House Of Balloons – Glass Table Girls – The Weeknd

House Of Balloons – Glass Table Girls – The Weeknd

Nghệ sĩ: The Weeknd

Hợp Âm Chuẩn
DÂY: Standard E
Tone gốc: Em | Đổi cung: 0 | Capo:
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Hợp âm bài hát (7):
    
    
    
    
 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 (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
 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 (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)
 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
 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
    
    

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