Weekend - Mac Miller, Miguel

I got a little bit of money fillin' my pockets

Roll around like I run this shit

I got a system filled up with toxins

I’ve been broken-hearted, now it’s fuck that bitch

Getting high to deal with my problems

Fucking bitches, getting drunk as shit

But these bitches getting obnoxious

They nothin' to me though I love this shit

Go long days, longer nights

Talk too much, the wrong advice

All the lights, and call my life

Doctor, doctor, will you help me

Keep me healthy, keep it low, this where hell be

Ain’t shit you can tell me now

Fuck this rap shit, bitch I’m sellin' out

Ooh shit, my new bitch jealous now

Smokin' weed at the crib watching Belly now

All the pain that they causin' like fuck it we ballin' now everythin' straight

You feeling the feeling, I’m chilling, just living, I’m living away

Conversations we having, I’m getting too static, too much on my plate

Lord, I need me a break

But I be good by the weekend

I be good by the weekend

Everything good by the weekend

Everything will be good by the weekend

We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, like fuck it

We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, fuck it

We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight

We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight

I been having trouble sleeping

Battling these demons

Wondering what’s the thing that keeps me breathing

Is it money, fame or neither

I been thinking about the places that I frequent

All the people that I see

I’m just out here livin' decent

What do it mean to be a G?

And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine,

crazy

She ain’t god as I, make water wine, pause in time

It’s common, they often hate me

Never will I walk in line, I cross the Ts and dot the Is

Wondering well, wonderin' how I got this high

Fell asleep and forgot to die, god damn

I’m poppin' them downers and drinkin' them powders, faded

Get it over the counter, I’m stuck on the browsers like how did I make it

These bitches don’t know me, this shit is so lonely until she get naked

Don’t even know what today is

But I be good by the weekend

I be good by the weekend

Everything good by the weekend

Everything will be good by the weekend

Mondays I think of you

But I ain’t tripping on it

Tuesdays I’m in

Gotta get my hands up on ya

Wednesdays I’m lit with you

You know you’re staying over

Thursdays I’m sick of you

I got to get rid of you

Cause Fridays are always the start of the time of my life, alright

When I get faded you hate it but, baby, it’s gonna be alright, ha, alright