Weekend

[Intro: Mac Miller] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, (Uh, uh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, now [Verse 1: Mac Miller, 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 Gettin' high to deal with my problems, fucking bitches, getting drunk as shit But these bitches gettin' obnoxious, they nuttin' 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? Get 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, with my new bitch, you jealous now, smokin' weed at the crib watchin' Belly now (Alright) All the pain that they causin' like, fuck it, we ballin', now everythin' straight You feelin' the feelin', I'm chillin', just livin', I'm burnin' away Conversations we havin', I'm gettin' too static, too much on my plate Lord, I need me a break [Chorus: Miguel & Mac Miller] But I'll be good by the weekend (Alright) (Yeah) I'll be good by the weekend (Yeah) Everything good by the weekend (Alright) (Yeah) Everything will be good by the weekend (By the weekend) [Post-Chorus: Mac Miller] 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 (It's a weekend) We going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight (It's a weekend) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] I been havin' trouble sleepin', battlin' these demons Wondering what's the thing that keeps me breathin': is it money, fame or neither? I been thinkin' 'bout 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? Yeah (Alright) And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy In God's desire, I make water wine, pausin' time, it's common, they often hate me Never will I walk in line, I cross the T's and dot the I's, wonderin', well Wonderin' how I got this high, fell asleep and forgot to die, Goddamn I'm poppin' them downers and drinkin' them powders, faded Get it over the counter, I'm stuck on the browser, 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 the day is [Chorus: Miguel & Mac Miller] But I'll be good by the weekend (Alright) (Yeah) I'll be good by the weekend (Yeah) Everything good by the weekend (Alright) (Yeah) Everything will be good by the weekend (By the weekend) [Outro: Miguel] Mondays I think of you, but I ain't trippin' on it Tuesdays I'm hittin', gotta get my hands up on ya Wednesdays I'm lit wit'chu, you know you're stayin' 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 Haha, alright