The Weeknd House Of Balloons

Been on another level

Since you came, no more pain

You look into my eyesYou can't recognize my face

You're in my world now

You can stay, you can stay

But you belong to me

Uh, 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

Fun, fun, fun, fun

Fun, fun, fun, fun

Fun, fun, fun, 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 workin' in the trap, so get naughty if you want

Just don't blame it on me

That you didn't call your home

Oh, just 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

Fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun)

Fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun to me)

Fun, fun, fun, 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 clenchin' on some super-sized papers

And she bad and her head bad

Escapin', 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

We've 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 fuckin' beat like he fuckin' told me

"Is that your girl, what's her fuckin' story?"

"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fuckin' pony"

I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story

Yeah, I'm talkin' '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