NO BYSTANDERS lyrics

The party never ends

In a motel, laying 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 seeing

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

The party never ends

In a motel, laying 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 21 grams, and she did it on cam

Weren'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 boobs

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 move 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 seeing

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

Heartbreak hotel

Bet you can't take no L's

Plug like AOL

Who say that I ain't gon' sell?

Hand me the H, I'll sell

She said "I got it, nigga"

I said "I ain't gon' tell"

Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale

I'm sick of the drank (the drank, yeah)

The flippin' of paint (the paint, yeah)

Grippin' the grain (the grain, yeah)

Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)

My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah)

Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah)

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 seeing

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

The party never ends

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

The party never ends

Family function, ain't no friends, had a line around my ends

Turned 'em into Ms, why you tryna make amends?

What's that smell? It's heaven's scent

Like I drop shade out the wind

Dodgin' hella sins, I can't go back there again

Nah, the dawgs 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, this here strive is not a drive

When they open wide, it's a riot, riot

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

• Artist:Travis Scott
• Album:ASTROWORLD (2018)