Miguel - Weekend lyrics

[Instrumental] [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Yo, now [Verse 1: Mac Miller] I got a little bit of money fillin' my pockets Roll around like I run this sh** I got a system filled up with toxins Ive been broken-hearted, now it's f** that b**h Getting high to deal with my problems f**ing b**hes, getting drunk as sh** But these b**hes getting obnoxious They nothin' to me though I love this sh** 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 sh** you can tell me now f** this rap sh**, b**h I'm sellin' out Ooh sh**, with my new b**h you jealous now Smokin' weed at the crib watching Belly now All the pain that they causin' like f** 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 [Hook: 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 f** it We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, f** it We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight [Verse 2: 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, b**hes in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy She ain't' God as I, I 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 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 b**hes don't know me, this sh** is so lonely until she get naked Don't even know what today is [Hook: 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 [Outro: 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 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