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[Intro]
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[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
If it hurts to breathe open a window (Woo-ooh)
Oh your mind wants to leave (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
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
If it hurts (Woo) to breathe
Open a window (Yeah yeah yeah)
Oh your mind wants to leave but you can't go (Ooh)
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 (Ooh)
[Interlude]
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7
[Verse]
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever together
Bring your own stash of the greatest trade it
Roll dub burn dub cough 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
[Outro]
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
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)
Ooh la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
(moins de barrés)