2019 Grammys Performance

By Travis Scott

Released on February 10, 2019

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[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

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


[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)