The Weeknd - Glass Table Girls

Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out The 707 out The 707 out The 7... Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your whole stash of the greatest Trade it, roll it up, burn it up, cough it up, taste it Now watch us chase it With a handful of pills No chasers Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers She bad in her headband, escaping, fan is a wonderland And its half-past six Read stars cause time don’t exist But when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines