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(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
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) (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
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) (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

(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
The 707 out
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
707 out
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Whoa, ohh




(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)

Overall Meaning

The Weeknd's "House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls" is a song that details the experience of being introduced to a new world of drugs and partying. The opening lines indicate that the singer has been on "another level" since he was introduced to this new lifestyle. With the use of drugs, there is "no more pain." Despite the happiness that seems to come with the singer's newfound lifestyle, there is a sense of loss of identity. When people look into his eyes, they cannot recognize him anymore. The singer's world becomes the listener's world, but they must stay because they belong to him.


The chorus is somewhat of an ironic statement. The singer sings, "this is a happy house...we're happy here," which can be interpreted as trying to convince oneself that the environment they have created is happy and safe when, in reality, it is not. The line "This is fun, fun, fun fun" repeats, emphasizing the idea that they are trying to convince themselves of this fact.


The second verse introduces the character who is most likely bringing the singer into this new world - "they my n***as next door." They work in "the trap," which is a term used for a house or location used for the sale of drugs. The singer warns not to blame him because they wanted to have fun. The music got them lost, and they end up burning out with the same routine.


The final verse is about a specific experience with drugs, including weed and pills. The phrase "we can test out the tables" is a reference to snorting drugs off glass tables. It is a sign of luxury, but it also intensifies the dangers associated with drug use. The singer confirms he has been doing drugs for a while and denies that he is acting stupid because of it. The lyrics mention the idea of living a lavish lifestyle and chasing dreams, which can be interpreted as being the main motivation behind the use of drugs.


Line by Line Meaning

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
The singer feels they have reached a higher level since the other person entered their life, and now the pain is gone. They feel as if this person is now in their world and they can stay, but they also belong to them.


If it hurts to breathe Open the window Oh, your mind wants to leave But you can't go
The singer advises to open a window if it's hard to breathe. The other person may want to leave mentally, but they are unable to do so.


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 (This is fun) Fun, fun fun fun (This is fun to me) Fun, fun fun fun
The singer describes the place as a happy house where they are happy and having fun.


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 burn you up But baby it's okay, they my niggas next door They be working in the trap, so get louder if you want Just don't blame it on me girl That you didn't call your home Just don't blame it on me girl 'Cause you wanted to have fun
The artist observes that the music is taking hold of the other person, and they are not prepared for the day shift, dressed in the same clothes. They caution to not blame them if the other person doesn't call their home, as they chose to have fun.


Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 7
The artist repeatedly requests to bring out a 707, which could be referring to a type of airplane or a type of drum machine used in music production.


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 in a head band Escaping, her van is a Wonderland And it's half-past six Weed's nice 'cause time don't exist And 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 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 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 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
The singer describes a drug-fueled night with a girl, using slang to discuss smoking, rolling, and taking pills. They mentioned brand new glass tables and having sex in a handbag. The singer also speaks of using drugs for a while and how they mix it. They talk about their music and riding the beat. The singer also mentions a girl and her story while defending their own story.


La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Whip the 707 out
The singer is now in a state where they are no longer present and requests to bring out the glass tables and whip out the 707.


Whip the 707 out Whip the 707 out
The artist repeats again to whip out the 707.




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

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