House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls
The Weeknd Lyrics


(Whoa, whoa)
Uh

Ay, ayy
Yeah, yeah

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, ooh, you belong to me

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

(Whoa, whoa)

The 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 (up, up)
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, oh
Just don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun

If it hurts to breathe, open the window (ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (but you won't go, ohh)
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is (fun, fun, fun) (this is fun)
Fun (fun, fun, fun) (this is fun for me)
Fun (fun, fun, fun)
Whoa (whoa)

(Whoa, whoa)

Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out, uh
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
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, uh
We 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
(Ooh, ooh)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da) (ooh, ooh)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the 707 out

(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
The 707 out
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
707 out
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
Whoa, ohh
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)

Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Steven John Severin, Susan Janet Ballion, Martin McKinney

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POU

2011:
-A guy who nobody knows even with talent

2021:
-Considered as the Michael Jackson 2.0
-2 songs in the weekly Billboard top 5
-Superbowl 55 performer
-Have the 2nd most streamed song in Spotify
-Have the 2nd most succesfull song of all time
-Have the #1 song of all 2020 and still rising in 2021
-Six #1 in Billboard in just the past 6 years
-The most listened artist on Spotify



Max Antwi

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
Ooh, 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



Stella Termentzoglou

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
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



tiredgenius

Yeah, yeah
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, ooh, you belong to me
If it hurts to breathe, open a window
Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go
Oh, this is a happy house (a happy house)
We're happy here (we're happy here)
In a happy house
Oh, this is 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 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 a window (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 (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 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
We 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 (ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
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)
Bring the 707 out (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Bring the 707 out (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)



Mr Nobody

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
Ooh, 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



All comments from YouTube:

Oksana Prusova

He wrote this song while being homeless. Performing this during the Halftime show of the most watched sports event in the world must have felt friggen amazing for him.

Ramiz135

@Samarth Srivastava too bad world Cup 2018 was 3.5 billion

Afonso Vaz

@Samarth Srivastava no it’s not. The football World Cup gets over 2 billion views

Samarth Srivastava

most watched sport in world is Cricket world cup 500 million viewership

Suizide zum mitnehmen

super bowl who?

Ramiz135

In America, not worldwide

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Sam Michalski

He didn't have to perform this at the super bowl. It's not one of his biggest hits. He did it for the OG's and I respect him so much for it.

Ivan Jones Junir

He didn't had to.. but he did
XOTWD

GangstaBeast

Dude this song literally is the reason he got noticed by labels so it was the kick off of his success

ricardo solorio

Underground one of his best hits what you talking about bro.....none of that sugar coat commercial hits doesnt got nothing on this...i prefer this over any of his radio played songs

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