DRAKE - House of Balloons lyrics

rate me

Been on another level

Since you came

No more pain

Look into my eyes

You can't recognize my face

You're up and now

You can stay

You can stay

But you belong to me

You belong to me

If it hurts to breathe

Open the window

Hold my mind

What's the read?

What you came for?

This is a happy house

We're happy here

In a happy house

Oh this is fun

These are angel eyes

Nights end so much quicker than the days did

Same pose, are you ready for your day shift

This place will burn you up

But baby it’s okay and my niggas don't start

And they working on the tramp

So get on me if you want

So blame it on me

I didn't call your home

So blame it on me girl

Cause you wanted to have fun

If it hurts to breathe

Open the window

Hold my mind

What's the read

What you came for?

This is a happy house

We're happy here

In a happy house

Oh this is fun

Fun for me

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Bring the seven on seven now

Two puffs for the lady who be down for that

Whatever, together

Bring your whole stash of the greatest

Trade it, roll it, dark

Offer, dark, taste it

Now watch us chase it

With a handful of pills

No chasers

John Legend on some super-sized papers

And she bad in a head band

Sleeping fan is a wonderland

And it’s half-past six

Weed's nice 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

Got some bad new tables

All glass and its 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 there

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 fuckin beat

Like he fuckin told me

Is that your girl, what's her fuckin story?

She cut her bag 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 Street

La la la la la la la la

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

With the seven on seven now

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Thanks to madailui