Travis Scott, Philip Bailey, James Blake - 2019 Grammys Performance lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
James Blake [James Blake Litherland] Enfield, London, England 🇬🇧
[Travis Scott, Philip Bailey, James Blake - 2019 Grammys Performance lyrics]
Yeah is it the complex of the saint
That's keepin' you so, so, so still? (yeah)
Is it a coat of old paint
That's peelin' every day against our will?
(yeah)
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight, yeah
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life, yeah
All three Rollies look alike, yeah
After two you get a hook-up price
Mama worked a nine-to-five
Delta and I ship it overnight, yeah
Is it too long since the last
Open conversation you had? Oh, no (Oh)
Stop tryna be God, God
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Stop tryna be God, God
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
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
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
In a motel laying with my sins, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end, yeah
Bicentennial man, put the city on 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
Chop and get screwed i told her it's BYOB
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
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, 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 sons
Like the light don't hit they side
In the function and I'm fried
This strive is not a drive
When they open wide, it's a riot, riot
The club up, the club up
Nah, nah, for real, we walkin' in this heavy
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
They know me when they see me, ahhh!
The club up, the club up (yeah)
That's keepin' you so, so, so still? (yeah)
Is it a coat of old paint
That's peelin' every day against our will?
(yeah)
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight, yeah
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life, yeah
All three Rollies look alike, yeah
After two you get a hook-up price
Mama worked a nine-to-five
Delta and I ship it overnight, yeah
Is it too long since the last
Open conversation you had? Oh, no (Oh)
Stop tryna be God, God
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Stop tryna be God, God
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
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
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
In a motel laying with my sins, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end, yeah
Bicentennial man, put the city on 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
Chop and get screwed i told her it's BYOB
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
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
The club up, 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 sons
Like the light don't hit they side
In the function and I'm fried
This strive is not a drive
When they open wide, it's a riot, riot
The club up, the club up
Nah, nah, for real, we walkin' in this heavy
The club up, the club up
The club up, the club up
They know me when they see me, ahhh!
The club up, the club up (yeah)