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Yeah, yeah | Been on another level since you came, no more pain | You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
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)
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