Letra da Música No Bystanders (Feat. Sheck Wes, Juice WRLD) de Travis Scott

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 drankin')
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, ahh!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)