[Part I - STOP TRYING TO BE GOD]

[Intro: James Blake & Travis Scott]
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)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
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

[Verse 2: James Blake, Travis Scott & Philip Bailey]
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
[Outro: James Blake & Philip Bailey]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh

[Part II - NO BYSTANDERS]

[Intro: 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

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
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

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD & Travis Scott]
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
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
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***as 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

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
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

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
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)
[Segue: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends

[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]
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

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
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

[Outro: Sheck Wes]
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)