Correction Lyrics Glass Table Girls (Original) by The Weeknd

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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Ehh, ehh, uh

with the homies while we're waiting for a
Couple of woman who will down to [?]
Whatever she's on [?]
got a zombie, got me feeling all sedated
White girl loving
With a van full of hippies
They didn't even hesitate to touch us
They love us, so we loss them
No one will catch them
No one can help them
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
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 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
Yeah, I get her wetter than a wet nap
And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo (Echo, echo, echo)
Echo (Echo, echo, 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 f**kin' 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 f**kin' phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me ride this f**king beat like he f**kin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her f**king story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a f**king pony"
I cut down on her man, be her f**kin' 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

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