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THE WEEKND lyrics : "Glass Table Girls"

Been on another level
Since you came
No more pain

Look into my eyes
You can't recognize my face
You're my beloved

You can stay
You can stay
But you belong to me

You belong to me

If it hurts to breathe

Open the window
All of mine goes to me
What you came for


This is a happy house
We're happy here

In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Fun, fun, fun

Fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun oh


Music got you lost
Nights ends so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift

This place will break you up
Baby it's okay, them my ^!$$%s next door
They be working in the traps

So get louder if you want
Just don't blame it on me
That he didn't call you home

So don't blame it on me girl
Cause you wanted to have fun


If it hurts to breathe
Open the window
All of mine goes to me

What you came for

This is a happy house

We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun

Fun for me

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
The 707 out

The 707 out
The 7...
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that

Whatever, together
Bring your whole stash of the greatest
Trade it, roll it up, burn it up, cough it up, taste it

Now watch us chase it
With a handful of pills
No chasers

Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
She bad and her head bad, escaping, van is a wonderland
And it's half-past six

Weed's nice cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib

And we can test out the tables
Got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide

But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I got her wetter than a wet nap

And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"

You heard wrong, I been on them for a minute
We just never act a fool
That's just how we $#&@ing' living
And when we act a fool
It's probably cause we mixed it

Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal
Ain't no $#&@ing phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me

Watch me ride this $#&@ing beat
Like he $#&@ing told me
Is that your girl, what's her $#&@in story?
She kind of bad but she ride it like a $#&@ing pony
I cut down on her man

Be her $#&@ing story
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man
Get to know me
Ain't no offense though
I promise you

If you a real man dude you gone' side the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare; Elm Street

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables
Whip the 707 out

La la la lalalalala
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the 707 now


La la la lalalalala
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 now

La la la lalalalala

I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables

With the 707 out

La la la lalalalala
The 707 out


La la la lalalalala
707 out

La la la lalalalala
La la la lalalalala
La la la lalalalala

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