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 meIf it hurts to breatheOpen 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, funFun, fun, fun, funFun, fun, fun, funMusic got you lostNights end so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shiftThis place will burn you upBut baby, it's okay them my niggas next doorAnd they've been working on the trap, so get naughty if you want
Just don't blame it on meThat you didn't call your home
So don't blame it on me, girl
'Cause you wanted to have funIf it hurts to breathe
Open the windowOh, your mind wants to leave
But you can't goThis is a happy houseWe're happy here
In a happy houseOh, this is funThis is fun
This is fun to meBring the 707 out
Bring the 707 outBring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7Two puffs for the lady who'd be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your whole stash of the greatest
Trade it, roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Now watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasersJaw clenching on some super-sized papers
And she bad and her head bad
Escaping her van is a Wonderland
And its half-past sixWeed's nice 'cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the cribAnd we can test out the tables
Got some brand new tablesAll glass and it's four feet wideBut it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I got her wetter than a wet napAnd no closed doors so I listen to her moans echo"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong I've 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's 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 talking 'bout you, man, get to know me
Ain't no offense, though, I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' side the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm StreetLa 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
