Mac Miller, Miguel - Weekend lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh, uh (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 T's and dot the I's, 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 wit'chu
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