Weekend Songtext

von Mac Miller, Miguel

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
Fuckin' bitches, gettin' 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?
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

All the pain that they causin'
Like, fuck it, we ballin'
Now everythin' straight
You feelin' the feelin'
I'm chillin', just livin'
I'm burnin' 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
(By the weekend)

We goin' out tonight
Yeah, we goin' out tonight, like fuck it
We goin' out tonight
Yeah, we goin' out tonight, fuck it
We goin' out tonight
Yeah, we goin' out tonight (It's a weekend)
We goin' out tonight
Yeah, we goin' out tonight (It's the weekend)

I been having trouble sleepin'
Battlin' these demons
Wonderin' what's the thing that keeps me breathin'
Is it money, fame or neither?
I been thinkin' 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

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
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
Wonderin', 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 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
(By the weekend)

Mondays, I think of you
But I ain't trippin' on it
Tuesdays, I'm hittin'
Gotta get my hands up on ya'
Wednesdays, I'm lit wit' 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