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The Weeknd( Abel Makkonen Tesfaye )
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House Of Balloons - 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 up and now You can stay You can stay But you belong to me You belong to me
If it hurts to breathe Open the window Hold my mind What's the read What you came for?
This is a happy house We're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun
Music that you lost Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same pose, you ain't ready for your day shift This place will burn you up Baby it's okay, them my n*ggas next door They be working in the traps So get louder if you want So don't pin it on me I didn't call your home So don't blame it on me girl Cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts to breathe Open the window Hold my mind What's the read What you came for?
This is a happy house We're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun Fun for me
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Bring the seven on seven out
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Whatever, together Bring your whole stash of the greatest Trade it, roll it up, burn it up, cough it up, taste it And then 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 its 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 bad new tables All glass and its 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 f*cking' living And when we act a fool Its probably cause we mixed it Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey Them white boys know the deal Ain't no f*cking phony Big O know the deal He the one who showed me Watch me ride this f*cking beat Like he f*cking told me Is that your girl, or is that a f*ckin' story? She cut her bag but she ride it like a f*cking pony I cut down on her man Be her f*cking 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 Bring the seven on seven out
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