Travis Scott — 2019 Grammys Performance

[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)