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The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You be all out of love in the endSpent ten hours on this flight, man
Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm saying
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFuck 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 be all out of love in the end
Bicentennial men
Put the city on the slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 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 don't wanna 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
Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm saying
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFuck 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, it 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 (paint, yeah)
Drippin' of grain (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 planeSpent ten hours on this flight, man
Tell the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm saying
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the club up, fuck the club up
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 endsFuck the club up, fuck the club up
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 endsFamily function, I 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-scent
Like I drop shit out the wind
Dodgin' hella 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 drop is not a drop
When they open wide
It's a ride, right?Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
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)

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Jacques Webster (born April 30, 1992), better known by his stage name Travis Scott (stylized as Travi$ Scott), is an American hip hop recording artist and record producer from Houston, Texas. He is currently signed to Epic Records and T.I.'s Grand Hustle imprint, while signed to Kanye West's Very GOOD Beats as a producer. He first became widely known for his production and verse on GOOD Music's "Sin City". His debut EP Owl Pharaoh, was released on May 21, 2013.

Travis Scott on Last.fm.


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