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NO BYSTANDERS
Travi$ Scott Lyrics


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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

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

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, layin' 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 twenty-one 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 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, woo, 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 seein'
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 drink, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (the paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (the 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 the plane

Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm sayin'
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
The party never ends (yeah)

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
Like I drop straight out the wind
Dodgin' hell and 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 strive it's 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, ah!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Travi$ Scott's song "NO BYSTANDERS" can be interpreted in a few different ways. The first verse suggests that the party never ends, as the singer is lying in a motel "with [his] sins," or the consequences of his wild lifestyle. He's trying to get revenge on someone, and warns that those who don't live life to the fullest will regret it in the end. In the second verse, Travi$ talks about being a rule-breaker who doesn't care about following the expected path to success. He references his drug use and partying, and encourages his squad to act foolishly and never sleep as they travel from city to city. The chorus repeats that the party never ends and they should fuck the club up.


The bridge includes a series of quick-changing phrases that touch on themes of wealth, temptation, and spirituality. Travi$ talks about turning drug profits into money (Ms), avoiding hell and sin, and trying not to go back to a dark place. He references the idea of being "vilified" or shamed for his actions, and describes the feeling of being blinded or unseen despite being in the public eye. The last part of the bridge focuses on the feeling of being in a riotous crowd, encouraging everyone to "fuck the club up."


Line by Line Meaning

The party never ends
The good times and fun times are constant and continue endlessly.


In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I am in a motel, coming to terms with my misdeeds and trying to reconcile with them.


I'm tryna get revenge
I am seeking vengeance for the harm that has been inflicted upon me.


You'll be all out of love in the end
The love you give will run out eventually, causing you to experience emptiness and despair.


Spent ten hours on this flight, man
I have recently been on a plane for ten hours.


Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
I instructed the pilot that there were no flight plans.


Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
I find it hard to believe what I am currently observing.


And they know whenever I land
People are aware of my arrival every time I land.


Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Let's cause chaos and destruction in the club (use of profanity for emphasis).


Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
I, a human, have put the entire city into a state of uproar and frenzy.


She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
She became intoxicated on Xanax and lost twenty-one grams of weight.


And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
She recorded herself without any choreography, it wasn't a planned video.


Make my own rules
I create and follow my own set of rules and principles.


I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't overthink my choices, I just make a decision.


I don't set picks, I just shoot
I don't make assists, I just take the action myself.


Chopper gettin' screwed
My gun is being modified for optimal performance.


I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
I informed her it's a bring your own alcohol event and she must buy her own drinks.


Put it on God, he the one who put me on top
I credit my success to God and the fact that he has elevated me to a position of prominence.


Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
I can't be restricted or constrained and I must continue my progress despite my opposition.


Never got the move on the drop
I never received information about the location of a drug deal.


Niggas tryna move on the Scott and, woo, that deep
People are attempting to harm me and wrongdoing is significant.


Tryna run down, shit's deep
Someone is attempting to chase and pursue me, the situation is serious.


Gotta act a fool with the squad
I must act recklessly and foolishly with my group of friends.


Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
We are traveling to the next city with no rest and returning to the area code 713.


Heartbreak hotel, bet you can't take no L's
It's a place of immense emotional pain, I bet you can't handle it without taking a loss.


Plug like AOL, who say that I ain't gon' sell?
My drug source is reliable, and I am certain I will profit from this business venture.


Hand me the I hate yourself
Please hand me the marijuana strain 'I hate yourself.'


She said, 'I got it, nigga'/I said, 'I ain't gon' tell'
She offered to pay for the drugs, but I refuse to disclose details about the transaction.


Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I purchase the drugs in such large quantities that a scale is unnecessary to measure it.


I'm sick of the drank (the drink, yeah)/The flippin' of paint (the paint, yeah)/Grippin' the grain (the 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 the plane
I'm tired of drinking alcohol, flipping cocaine, holding onto the steering wheel, driving erratically, with the shooting of guns, being with my crew and traveling with your girlfriend.


Family function, ain't no friends
We are attending a gathering for family members and not for friendly associates.


Had a line around my ends/Turned 'em into Ms
I had a queue of people waiting to buy drugs from me, and I converted it into cash.


Why you tryna make amends?
Why are you trying to reconcile with me?


What's that smell? It's heaven's scent/Like I drop straight out the wind
The scent is paradise-like, and I seem to have arrived out of nowhere quickly and smoothly.


Dodgin' hell and sins/I can't go back there again
I avoided a situation involving bad deeds and irreparable damage, and I can't return to it.


Now the dogs ain't civilized/Take the one, feel vilified
The dogs have become wild and rebellious; choosing one would lead to feeling disgraced.


You can't see my suns/Like the light don't hit this eye
You cannot see my children or my lineage; it's as if the light isn't shining on it.


In the function and I'm fried/It's the strive it's not the drive
I am highly intoxicated at the event due to the energizing atmosphere, not because I'm driving.


When they open wide/It's a riot, riot
When they open the (club) doors, it results in chaos and rebellion.


Nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy
No, really, we are entering the establishment with a lot of confidence and arrogance.


They know me when they see me, nigga, ah!
People recognize me on sight and acknowledge my presence.


The party never ends (yeah)
The celebration and excitement never cease.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, Jarrad Higgins, Khadimoul Fall, Michael Dean

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Comments from YouTube:

@HBT.

"The party never ends" -Juice


Rest in paradise 🤍

@Marc-xe5og

Thats fucked up...

@MB03321

Damn...

@josiah8465

It clearly ended

@Loick_

Damn you are pretty rective dude

@brianramos8866

You guys took it the wrong way! the party never ends is the same as nipsey hussle’s the marathon continues. We will never let the party end in juices rememberce. Celebrate his life! 🙏🏽 RIP JUICE

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@icyexe860

“The party never ends”

We miss you juice...

@code_panther6662

IcyEXE he is probably fucking the club up in heaven🥺😖

@skiiiwtf7953

Rip

@4.nemgrave.7

I always thought it was post Malone wtf😂😂

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