"House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls" as written by Martin "doc" Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye and Carlo Montagnese....
Been on another level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, you belong to me

If it hurts to breathe, open the window
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go
This is a happy house, we're happy here
In a happy house, oh this is fun

Music got you lost
Nights pass so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
But baby it's okay, them my niggas next door
And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want
So don't blame it on me that you 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
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go
This is a happy house, we're happy here
In a happy house, oh this is fun

Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7

Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
And she bad and her head bad
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
And it's half-past six
Read skies '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 get 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 it for a minute
We just never act a fool
That's just how we fuckin' live it
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 fuckin' phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat
Like he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' 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 gon' decide 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 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out


Lyrics submitted by Shardsofhope, edited by Mellow_Harsher

"House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls" as written by Carlo Montagnese Abel Tesfaye

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  • +1
    Song FactIt's a cover from Siouxsie & the Banshees, "Happy House" and in some parts you can hear extracts from "He share our mother's health" from The Knife. Both groups with an interesting dark aesthetics.
    camila1015on February 04, 2017   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis is a happy house. ;(
    antihexeon June 25, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentroll it up, burn it up, cough it up, taste it
    niacitaon July 21, 2011   Link
  • 0
    Lyric CorrectionSounds like this to me:

    Been on another level
    Since you can't know my pain
    You look into my eyes
    You can't recognize my face
    You're mobbin' out
    You can't stay
    You can't stay
    But you belong to me
    You belong to me

    If it hurts to breathe
    open a window
    Hold your mind
    close to me
    But you can't go

    This is a happy house
    We're happy here
    in a happy house
    Oh, this is fun

    Musical to us
    Nights end so much quicker than the days did
    Same pose, you ain't ready for your day shift
    This place will get you up
    Baby, it's okay
    With my niggas it's not
    They be workin' in the trap
    so get on me if you want
    Just don't blame it on me
    that I didn't call your home
    Just don't blame it on me, girl
    Cuz we wanted to have fun

    If it hurts to breathe
    open a window
    Hold your mind
    close to me
    But you can't go

    This is a happy house
    We're happy here
    in a happy house
    Oh, this is fun
    donyonon September 08, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentLove the way the beat and lyrics both turn druggy.
    bazackoon September 12, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentDoesn't anyone hear he's actually saying
    "You're my girl now
    You can stay
    You can stay
    But you belong to me
    You belong to me"

    nothing anyone else has posted would make any sense.
    Coowon April 01, 2012   Link

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