Weekend Song Lyrics

Weekend by Mac Miller

[Intro] [Verse 1: Mac Miller] I got a little bit of money fillin’ my pockets
Roll around like I run this sh*t
I got a system filled up with toxins
I been broke at heart and I was f**k that b**ch
Getting high to deal with my problems
f**king b**ches and getting drunk as sh*t
But these b**ches getting obnoxious
They nothin’ to me though I love this sh*t
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 sh*t you can tell me now
f**k this rap sh*t, man I’m sellin’ out
Ooh sh*t, my new b**ch jealous now
Smokin’ weed at the crib watching Belly now
All the pain that they causin’ like f**k 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
[Hook: Miguel & Mac Miller] 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 f**k it
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, f**k it
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight
[Verse 2: Mac Miller] 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, b**ches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy
She and God [?] make water wine, pause in time
It’s common, they often hate me
Never will I walk in line, I cross the T’s and dot the I’s
Wondering well, wonderin’ how I got this high
Fell and 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 b**ches don’t know me, this sh*t is so lonely until she get naked
Don’t even know what today is
[Hook: Miguel & Mac Miller] 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
[Outro: Miguel] 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 live 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 gon be alright, ha, alright