Weekend - Mac Miller featuring Miguel

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Yo, now

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

Getting high to deal with my problems, fucking bitches, getting drunk as shit

But these bitches getting 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 watching Belly now (Alright)

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 burning 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 (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)

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)

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? Yeah (Alright)

And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy

She ain't God as I, I make water wine, pausin' 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, 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

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)

Mondays I think of you, but I ain't tripping on it

Tuesdays I'm hittin', 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 gon' be alright

Haha, alright