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NO BYSTANDERS Lyrics by Travis Scott Travis Scott
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The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopper gettin' screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who put me on top
Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott and, that deep
Tryna run down, shit's deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Heartbreak hotel, bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL, who say that I ain't gonna sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, 'I got it, nigga'
I said, 'I ain't gonna tell'
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drank
The flippin' of paint
Grippin' the grain
Whippin' the tank
My niggas gonna flame
Bitch, I'm with gang
Got your bitch on the plane
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm saying
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
The party never ends
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
The party never ends
Family function, ain't no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into M's
Why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
Like I drop straight out the wind
Dodgin' hell and sins
I can't go back there again
Now the dogs ain't civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my suns
Like the light don't hit this eye
In the function and I'm fried
It's the strive it's not a drive
When they open wide
It's a riot, riot
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
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