Lyrics Mac Miller – Weekend
Text:
Mac Miller:
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
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
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 fuck it
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, fuck it
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight
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, 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
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
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’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
