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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 me If it hurts to breathe Open 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 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 SongtexteBut baby its okay they my niggas next door And they working in the trap So get lonely if you want Just don't blame it on me That you didn't call your home Just don't blame it on me girl Cause you wanted to have fun If it hurts to breathe Open 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 This is fun This is fun to me Bring the 707 out, bring the 707 out, bring the 707 out, bring the 707 out, being the 707 out, bring the 7- Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your whole stash of the greatest Trade it, roll 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 She bad and her head bad Escaping, the van is a wonderland And its 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 Got some brand 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 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 them for a minute We just never act a fool Thats just how we fuckin' livin And when we act a fool Its 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 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' decide the truth But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams But 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 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables With the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables With the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables With the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Aus Songtexte Mania