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[House of Balloons:] Been on another level 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 These are angel eyes Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same pose, are you ready for your day shift Letras de cancionesThis place will burn you up But baby it's okay and my niggas don't start And they working on the tramp So get on me 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 [Glass Table Girls:] Bring the seven on seven now Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your whole stash of the greatest Trade it, roll it, dark Offer, dark, taste it Now watch us chase it With a handful of pills No chasers John Legend on some super-sized papers And she bad in a head band Sleeping fan 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 bad 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 there 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 fuckin' livin 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 cut her bag but she ride it like a fuckin 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' 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 With the seven on seven now From Letras Mania