Lyrical Breakdown of NO BYSTANDERS - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "NO BYSTANDERS" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "NO BYSTANDERS" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Travis Scott employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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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 saying

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

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'll be all out of love in the end

Bicentennial man

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 boobs

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

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm saying

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

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 a nigga

I said, I ain't gon' tell

Buy by the pound so it ain't no scale

I'm sick of the drank (The drankin')

The flippin' of paint (Paint, yeah)

Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)

Whipping the tank (Wu-Tang, 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 saying

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

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

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

The party never ends

Family 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

This strive is 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)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) (We walkin' in this bitch heavy)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (They know me when they see me, nigga)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Ahh) (Yeah)