his instrumentals are what made him imo. hes amazing. truly amazing. but the instrumental is just as good if not better. the people that made these songs are so creative...
A coworker always listened to The Weeknd. I liked her so I thought I get some brownie points. Forget the girl....XO! Messed me up more than she could have. This is something special. Loving it. And the girl had the reason for Mr. Tesfaye .
Lyrics: 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 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, 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 nig*** next door And they workin' in the trap, so get naughty if you want Just 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 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, fun, fun (this is fun) Fun, fun, fun, fun (this is fun to me) Fun, fun, fun, fun 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 clenchin' on some super-sized papers And she bad and her head bad Escapin', 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've 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 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 talkin' '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 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
Xzodia Unltd I think this is the instrumental for the Trilogy album version instead of the mixtape version. The album version has a harder kick and an overall different mix than the mixtape version.
@@dominicmoreno5660 Nah the mixtape version is still up on The Weeknd's regular channel, just search for this song on UA-cam and that's that, if you listen carefully on headphones or a good sound system the kick is quieter and it doesn't punch through as much as in the Trilogy version
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 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 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 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 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 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 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
“I may not be the one, but you can make a pit stop baby”... Oh relax girl, it’s hardly cheating. Hands are magic Tongue goes spastic Plus he’d love the thought of it I can take you to a level That you’ve never ever been Oooooh yeah.. I fell in love with The way you turned me on. I’d never ever tie you down..unless You begged for it.. Oh relax girl, it’s hardly cheating Hands are magic tongue goes spastic Plus he’d love the thought of it I can take you to a level that You’ve never ever been.... Ooooh yeah... I died to myself too long ago So expectations are a dead end You’ll be surely disappointed If you think we’re more than friends Run your fingers thru my hair til I forget My own name I’m in the business of escaping Make my pain obsolete, become the oxygen I breath. I’ll never take u forsaken,, Til’ your talented mouth becomes myself salvation.
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 (fun, fun, fun...) These are angel eyes Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, are you ready for your day shift This place will burn you up But baby its okay and my niggas don't start And they working on the tramp So get on me if you want So don't pin it on me I didn't call your home So don't blame it on me girl Cause you wanted to have fun Cho Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out
"You're up and now" should be "You're in my world now" "Hold my mind? what's the read, what you came for" should be "Oh your mind, wants to leave, but you can't go" "These are angel eyes..." line should be "The music got you lost, Nights pass so much quicker than the days did, same clothes you ain't ready for your day shift." "But baby it's okay..." line should be "But baby it's okay all my niggas next door they be working in the trap so get louder if you want, just don't blame it on me, that he didn't call you home..." These should all be the correct lyrics :)
CORRECT LYRICS- Been on another level Since you came No more pain Look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're my beloved 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 ends so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, you aren't ready for your day shift This place will burn you up Baby it's okay and my niggas next door They be working in the trap So get louder if you want Just 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 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 Bring the seven o seven now 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 Now watch us chase it With a handful of pills No chasers Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers And she bad in her head bad Escaping, her van is 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 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 got 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 That's just how we fuckin' living 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 fucking phony Big O know the deal He the one who showed me Watch me ride this fucking beat Like he fucking 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 fucking 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 With the seven o seven now
My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me, he has me by my heart He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling White bikini off with my red nail polish Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh, yeah Light of my life, fire of my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire of my loins Gimme them gold coins, gimme them coins And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island And I won't get out Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth Ready for you My old man is a tough man, but He got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam And he shows me, he knows me Every inch of my tar-black soul He doesn't mind I have a flat broke-down life In fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me Admires me, the way I roll like a rolling stone Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes Says it feels like heaven to him Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you own me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you own me, gimme them coins And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island And I won't get out Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth Yo, I'm off to the races, laces Leather on my waist is tight, and I am fallin' down I can see your face, is shameless, Cipriani's Basement Love you, but I'm goin' down God, I'm so crazy, baby I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island Raisin' hell all over town Sorry 'bout it My old man is a thief, and I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end But I trust in the decision of the Lord, to watch over us Take him when He may, if He may I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him Who else is gonna put up with me this way? I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you! They would rue the day I was alone, without you You're lyin' with your gold chain on Cigar hangin' from your lips, I said, "Hon'" "You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man" And we're off to the races, places Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in To Las Vegas, chaos, Casino Oasis Honey, it is time to spin Boy, you're so crazy, baby I love you forever, not maybe You are my one true love You are my one true love You are my one true love
+vinsanity227 Saw wave, with like 4-7 voices, detuned, play with the phase, then add some distortion, and finally cut the lowest frequencies and some of the high
It's almost impossible how signature this beat is.
Matt Stamps Fr
how does someone even produce something so original
Zero well it’s actually a sample. (Just learned this today)
tried remixing this its so fucking hard to remix this song nothing beats the original
@@itsbovo its a sample from Siouxsie and the Banshees - Happy House
So now I’m realizing that The Weeknd’s music is not just amazing because of his voice he’s instrumentals are just as good.
his instrumentals are what made him imo. hes amazing. truly amazing. but the instrumental is just as good if not better. the people that made these songs are so creative...
Charles F right..to have beats of this quality on his debut project is ridiculous
His voice is as good
People forget this song is a cover lmao, the instrumentals are from Happy House by Siouxsie and the Banshees.
@@okeyhehe1728 Covers and samples are quite different friend
A coworker always listened to The Weeknd. I liked her so I thought I get some brownie points. Forget the girl....XO! Messed me up more than she could have. This is something special. Loving it. And the girl had the reason for Mr. Tesfaye .
He wrote this song when he was homeless look at him now he is the one who inspiries me to not to give up on life I love the weeknd XO forever
Who else killed it word for word? 🙋🏽🤣 looking for "loft music" next
Trump's Hair Piece lmao I see you on every video 😂
On god 😂
3:14
I'm getting some serious cyberpunk vibes from this.
I need to find some rave music that give off similar vibes.
me too, some techno shit
ua-cam.com/play/PLA_XbQ_blVkbvqWF04Xnk6BmGGosry4N7.html
listen to this.
Thank's dude, the instrumental is amazing ❤️
I love the music!😍
Man I miss the old weeknd after Kissland his whole style changed.
T Money omg I thought I was the only one. I still like his music, but it’s just not as good as it was before.
What do you mean? Kissland was amazing?!
Kissland is beatiful bro
Honestly !!
Starboy was the closest you get to that
Lyrics:
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
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, 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 nig*** next door
And they workin' in the trap, so get naughty if you want
Just 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
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, fun, fun (this is fun)
Fun, fun, fun, fun (this is fun to me)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
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 clenchin' on some super-sized papers
And she bad and her head bad
Escapin', 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've 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 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 talkin' '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
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
So damn good!!!🖤🌃🌃🌃✨️
3:34 : 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Fact: most of this song is samples of ‘Happy House’ (1980) and the weeknd made it way better
Illangelo the producer *
Link plz?
that’s completely subjective
@@lfcforever1482 it's completely true
not my dumbass waiting for the lyrics to start
😭😭
0:31 What's that machine sound?
I think it’s a layered snare with some arcade sound FXs and then pitched down
The best !!!!
♥️🎵♥️🎵♥️❤️🔥🎵♥️🎵♥️🎵❤️🔥♥️🎵❤️🔥
Only true Xo fans are here
Very nice!
WOAH WOAH WHOA OH OH OH
The birds pt. 1 Nice
@@AsianDriver2 that artwork is truly a classic of his
Any time i listen to Happy House by Siouxsie and the banshees i cant help but hum abels first verse.
I hate that the ending is to long but all in all this is great i live the weekend so much dude hes a great Artist
Bring the 707 out
XO forever 🖤✨
I believe if he cut the song off at 3:30 then it would be fire, the ending part kinda drowns out the song and makes it keep going for no reason
istg i love house of balloons but glass table girls drags on too long.
L take
I love part 2 but it doesnt fit the vibe
glass table girls is so good, has a really ominous vibe to it
I can't get the KFC breakup out of my head...
0:24 Your Drums are Harder, but let's hear the rest of it
Xzodia Unltd I think this is the instrumental for the Trilogy album version instead of the mixtape version. The album version has a harder kick and an overall different mix than the mixtape version.
Isrial Clark correct. The original versions don't exist unfortunately
The original versions still exist on his old youtube page
/watch?v=8ex38L8xtNI
@@TraumixOfficial what’s his old channel called
@@dominicmoreno5660 Nah the mixtape version is still up on The Weeknd's regular channel, just search for this song on UA-cam and that's that, if you listen carefully on headphones or a good sound system the kick is quieter and it doesn't punch through as much as in the Trilogy version
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
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 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
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
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 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
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
best part 3:35
Yeah damn both songs transitioned mad nice
That's the part where I turn this off
Super Bowl LV.
Does anyone know what song that is at 1:08 ???????!
@Kanak Karadbhajne sound***
@Kanak Karadbhajne my bad lol
The feeeeoooooo part hits different
:,) i love this
Dope
“I may not be the one, but you can make a pit stop baby”...
Oh relax girl, it’s hardly cheating. Hands are magic
Tongue goes spastic
Plus he’d love the thought of it
I can take you to a level
That you’ve never ever been
Oooooh yeah.. I fell in love with
The way you turned me on.
I’d never ever tie you down..unless
You begged for it..
Oh relax girl, it’s hardly cheating
Hands are magic tongue goes spastic
Plus he’d love the thought of it
I can take you to a level that
You’ve never ever been....
Ooooh yeah...
I died to myself too long ago
So expectations are a dead end
You’ll be surely disappointed
If you think we’re more than friends
Run your fingers thru my hair til I forget
My own name
I’m in the business of escaping
Make my pain obsolete, become the oxygen
I breath. I’ll never take u forsaken,,
Til’ your talented mouth becomes myself salvation.
Anyone knows more song that are similar to this?
I mean with the electric (?) Piano , those similar tones
Look up other songs by theweeknd. Mainly the album Trilogy. It has a lot of these type of beats
gesaffelstein maybe?
Actualy this reminds me a lot of Fight Club OST from the Dust Brothers 👀
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 (fun, fun, fun...)
These are angel eyes
Nights ends so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, are you ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
But baby its okay and my niggas don't start
And they working on the tramp
So get on me if you want
So don't pin it on me
I didn't call your home
So don't blame it on me girl
Cause you wanted to have fun
Cho
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Lol close
I have a feeling you may have a LOT of the lyrics wrong... ://
"You're up and now" should be "You're in my world now"
"Hold my mind? what's the read, what you came for" should be "Oh your mind, wants to leave, but you can't go"
"These are angel eyes..." line should be "The music got you lost, Nights pass so much quicker than the days did, same clothes you ain't ready for your day shift."
"But baby it's okay..." line should be "But baby it's okay all my niggas next door they be working in the trap so get louder if you want, just don't blame it on me, that he didn't call you home..."
These should all be the correct lyrics :)
1:32 3:06 3:30 timestamps for myself
0:13
Hey man, love your channel! Is there a way to contact you like email or DMs somewhere? I'd love to use this audio for an animated short I'm making :))
Hey I was wondering if I could use this beat for my audiobook or if it has a copy right attached to it. Lmk! Thanks in advance💋
The second half sounds like something that should be in hotline Miami
"You really enjoy hurting other people, don't you?"
Very strange beat but it's the best beat I really know rn in 2K24 (glass table girls)
I just realized this is Williamsburg now lol
CORRECT LYRICS-
Been on another level
Since you came
No more pain
Look into my eyes
You can't recognize my face
You're my beloved
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 ends so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you aren't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
Baby it's okay and my niggas next door
They be working in the trap
So get louder if you want
Just 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 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
Bring the seven o seven now
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
Now watch us chase it
With a handful of pills
No chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
And she bad in her head bad
Escaping, her van is 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 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 got 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
That's just how we fuckin' living
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 fucking phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat
Like he fucking 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 fucking 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
With the seven o seven now
Drayah Michelle Robinson incorrect.
2024!!!!
Does anyone know the sound at 1:08 ???????
i believe its the same "Woah" sound from the original sample he used just sped up a little bit
I love both house of balloons and glass table girls but I wish they were seperate songs
nah
dude where can i find out that weeknd thumbnail ?? i wanna make this wp
Who produced this artwork?!
Cholerton_UK VFL illangelo
Url brought me here. Smack wat UP?
Markcus Miller How so?
Slim Shazy the instrumental was playing on one of the rap battle updates
Markcus Miller Link me if you find it
LMAOOO I can never get far away from battle rap LMAOOO
We need a 2pac remix of this ASAP
We don't tbh his style wouldn't come close to this
nah wtf why lol
I love 2pac but it doesn't fit his style
HELL NO LMAOOOOOO WTF
1:38
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me
He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart
Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling
White bikini off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples
You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh, yeah
Light of my life, fire of my loins
Be a good baby, do what I want
Light of my life, fire of my loins
Gimme them gold coins, gimme them coins
And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin' me all over town
'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island
And I won't get out
Because I'm crazy, baby
I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you
My old man is a tough man, but
He got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar-black soul
He doesn't mind I have a flat broke-down life
In fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a rolling stone
Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont
Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup
Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes
Says it feels like heaven to him
Light of his life, fire of his loins
Keep me forever, tell me you own me
Light of your life, fire of your loins
Tell me you own me, gimme them coins
And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin' me all over town
'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island
And I won't get out
Because I'm crazy, baby
I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Yo, I'm off to the races, laces
Leather on my waist is tight, and I am fallin' down
I can see your face, is shameless, Cipriani's Basement
Love you, but I'm goin' down
God, I'm so crazy, baby
I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving
I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island
Raisin' hell all over town
Sorry 'bout it
My old man is a thief, and
I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end
But I trust in the decision of the Lord, to watch over us
Take him when He may, if He may
I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him
Who else is gonna put up with me this way?
I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!
They would rue the day I was alone, without you
You're lyin' with your gold chain on
Cigar hangin' from your lips, I said, "Hon'"
"You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man"
And we're off to the races, places
Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in
To Las Vegas, chaos, Casino Oasis
Honey, it is time to spin
Boy, you're so crazy, baby
I love you forever, not maybe
You are my one true love
You are my one true love
You are my one true love
What is that distorted sound?
***** lol. Yea but how do i create a sound similar, thats my question
I believe there's something called white noise with a phaser on it to make it sound wobbly like that and some panning but I could be wrong bro
Are you talking about the second part of the song?
triplej120 nah its there in both. It could just be the bass
+vinsanity227 Saw wave, with like 4-7 voices, detuned, play with the phase, then add some distortion, and finally cut the lowest frequencies and some of the high
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lil similar to punjabi music
Is it me this soundtrack so similar flow to Cappella- u got 2 know
Do i detect MSI - Bitches?
1:41
3:10
Best part huh
1:38
1:09
3:32
3:37