The Weeknd – Glass Table Girls Lyrics

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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

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 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 niggas 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

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 for me

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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 fucking 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 fucking phony

Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me

Watch me ride this fucking beat
Like he fucking told me

Is that your girl, what's her fuckin story?
She kind of bad but she ride it like a fucking pony

I cut down on her man
Be her fucking 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' 'cide 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

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