In this track, The Weeknd delves into the hedonistic and tumultuous world of substance abuse and fleeting relationships. The "House of Balloons" symbolizes a space filled with euphoria and escapism, where reality is distorted by drugs and partying. As the song transitions to "Glass Table Girls," the focus shifts to the darker consequences of such a lifestyle, including addiction and emotional detachment. The repetitive nature of the lyrics and rhythm mimics the cyclic trap of dependency both on substances and toxic relationships, highlighting a struggle between indulgence in immediate pleasures 🎉 and the lingering desire for escape from self-destructive patterns. This duality serves as a poignant reflection on the highs and lows of a celebrity lifestyle driven by excess. #TheWeeknd #SubstanceAbuse #CelebrityLifestyle #EmotionalDetachment
House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls
Lyrics
(Whoa, whoa)
Uh
Ay, ayy
Yeah, yeah
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 the window (yeah, ooh)
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (yeah, yeah, oh)
This is a happy house (yeah, 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) (this is fun)
Whoa (ooh)
(Whoa, whoa)
The 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 (up, up)
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, oh
Just don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts to breathe, open the window (ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (but you won't go, ohh)
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is (fun, fun, fun) (this is fun)
Fun (fun, fun, fun) (this is fun for me)
Fun (fun, fun, fun)
Whoa (whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out, uh
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
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, uh
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)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da) (ooh, ooh)
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
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
The 707 out
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
707 out
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
Whoa, ohh
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
(Da-dee-da-dee-dee, da-dee-da)
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Steven John Severin, Susan Janet Ballion, Martin McKinney
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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