歌词
Producers：TM88/Mike Dean/Gezin of 808 Mafia/WondaGurl
Writers：CyHi The Prynce/Koopsta Kincca/Crunchy Black/Gangsta Boo/Juicy J/Lord Infamous/DJ Paul/Sjón/Björk/Sheck Wes/TM88/Larry David/Juice WRLD/Mike Dean/Gezin of 808 Mafia/WondaGurl/Travis Scott
Sample：Abyss—Juice WRLD
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
**** the club up, **** the club up (B!tch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up (B!tch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up
**** the club up, **** 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, 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 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
N!ggas 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 (B!tch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up (B!tch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up
**** the club up, **** 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 dick'
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 (Wood grain, yeah)
Whipping the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My n!ggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)
B!tch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)
Got your b!tch 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
**** the club up, **** the club up (bitch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up (bitch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up
**** the club up, **** the club up (Yeah)
The party never ends
**** the club up, **** the club up (bitch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up (bitch!)
**** 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 (B!tch!)
Nah, n!gga, nah, n!gga, for real, we walkin' in this b!tch heavy
**** the club up, **** the club up (bitch!)
**** the club up, **** the club up
They know me when they see me, n!gga, ahhh!
**** the club up, **** the club up (Yeah)
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