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No Bystanders Lyrics By Travis Scott

    juice wrld
    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

    pre travis scott
    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

    sheck wes
    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

    post juice wrld
    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

    travis scott
    bicentennial man put the city on slam
    she get trippy off xans lost twentyone 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
    chopped and get screwed
    i told her it’s byob that mean buy your own boobs
    put it on god he the one that put me on top
    can’t be put in a box gotta move on the opps
    devil got the move on the drop
    niggas tryna move on the scott
    can’t move that deep tryna run down shit’s steep
    gotta act a fool with the squad
    next city no sleep back to the 7

    pre travis scott
    spent ten hours on this flight man flight man
    told the pilot ain’t no flight plans flight plans
    oh oh oh ohohoh
    can’t believe whatever i’m seein’ i’m seein’
    and they know whenever i land i land
    yeah yeah yeah yeah
    oh oh oh ohohoh

    sheck wes
    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

    travis scott
    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 a nigga
    i said i ain’t gon’ tell
    buy it by the pound so it ain’t no scale
    i’m sick of the drink the drink yeah
    the flippin’ of paint the paint yeah
    grippin’ the grain wood grain yeah
    whippin’ the tank the tank yeah
    my niggas gon’ flame bang yeah
    bitch i’m with gang gang yeah
    got your bitch on a plane

    pre travis scott
    spent ten hours on this flight man flight man
    told the pilot ain’t no flight plans flight plans
    oh oh oh ohohoh
    can’t believe whatever i’m seein’ i’m seein’
    and they know whenever i land i land
    yeah yeah yeah yeah
    oh oh oh ohohoh

    sheck wes
    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

    segue juice wrld
    the party never ends

    sheck wes juice wrld
    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

    travis scott
    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
    and like i jump straight out the wind
    dodgin’ hell and sins i can’t go back there again
    nah the dawgs ain’t civilized take the one feel vilified
    you can’t see my sons like the light don’t hit they side
    in the function and i’m fried it’s a strive it’s not a drive
    when they open wide it’s a riot riot

    sheck wes
    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
    uh

    Artist: Travis Scott

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 446