Weekend (feat. Miguel) - Mac Miller feat. Miguel

I got a little bit of money feelin' my pockets

Roll around like I run this shit

I got a system filled up with toxins

I been broken hearted and I was fuck that bitch

Getting high to deal with my problems

Fucking bitches and 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 lowest you can help me

Ain't shit you can tell me now

First rap shipment, sellin' out

Ooh shit, my new bitch, you 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'll be good by the weekend

I'll 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, it's the weekend

We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, it's the weekend

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 started livin' decent

But what do it mean to be a G

Only time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, callin' mine crazy

See in God's desire 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 dollars 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'll be good by the weekend

I'll 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 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