Mac Miller - Weekend Lyrics
[Intro][Verse 1: Mac Miller]I got a little bit of money fillin' my pocketsRoll around like I run this shitI got a system filled up with toxinsI been broke at heart and I was ***** that *****Getting high to deal with my problems*****ing *****es and getting drunk as shitBut these *****es getting obnoxiousThey nothin' to me though I love this shitGo long days, longer nightsTalk too much, the wrong adviceAll the lights, and call my lifeDoctor, doctor, will you help meKeep me healthy, keep it low, this where hell beAin't shit you can tell me now***** this rap shit, man I'm sellin' outOoh shit, my new ***** jealous nowSmokin' weed at the crib watching Belly nowAll the pain that they causin' like ***** it we ballin' now everythin' straightYou feeling the feeling, I'm chilling, just living, I'm living awayConversations we having, I'm getting too static, too much on my plateLord I need me a break[Hook: Miguel & Mac Miller]But I be good by the weekendI be good by the weekendEverything good by the weekendEverything will be good by the weekendWe going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, like ***** itWe going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, ***** itWe going out tonight, yeah we going out tonightWe going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight[Verse 2: Mac Miller]I been having trouble sleepingBattling these demonsWondering what's the thing that keeps me breathingIs it money, fame or neitherI been thinking about the places that I frequentAll the people that I seeI’m just out here livin' decentWhat do it mean to be a GAnd all the time we fall behind, *****es in the concubine, I call her mine, crazyShe and God [?] make water wine, pause in timeIt's common, they often hate meNever will I walk in line, I cross the T's and dot the I'sWondering well, wonderin' how I got this highFell and asleep and forgot to die, god damnI'm poppin' them downers and drinkin' them powders, fadedGet it over the counter, I'm stuck on the browsers like how did I make itThese *****es don't know me, this shit is so lonely until she get *****Don't even know what today is[Hook: Miguel & Mac Miller]But I be good by the weekendI be good by the weekendEverything good by the weekendEverything will be good by the weekend[Outro: Miguel]Mondays I think of youBut I ain’t tripping on itTuesdays I’m inGotta get my hands up on yaWednesdays I live with youYou know you're staying overThursdays I’m sick of youI got to get rid of youCause Fridays are always the start of the time of my life, alrightWhen I get faded you hate it but, baby, it’s gon be alright, ha, alright
