NO BYSTANDERS

• 專輯：ASTROWORLD
• 發行：2018-08-03
• 演唱：Travis Scott

作詞：Jacques Webster, Cydel Young, Björk Gudmundsdóttir, Sigurjón Sigurdsson, Khadimoul Fall, Jarad Higgins, Ebony Oshunrinde, Mike Dean, Bryan Simmons
作曲：Jacques Webster, Cydel Young, Björk Gudmundsdóttir, Sigurjón Sigurdsson, Khadimoul Fall, Jarad Higgins, Ebony Oshunrinde, Mike Dean, Bryan Simmons

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
Chop and get 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 steep
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 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 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' 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 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)