Weekend (Explicit) - Mac Miller/Miguel

I got a little bit of money fillin' my pockets

Roll around like I run this sh*t

I got a system filled up with toxins

I been broke at heart and I was f**k that b**ch

Getting high to deal with my problems

F**king b**ches and getting drunk as sh*t

But these b**ches getting obnoxious

They nothing' to me though I love this sh*t

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*t you can tell me now

F**k this rap sh*t man I'm sellin' out

Ooh sh*t my new b**ch jealous now

Smokin' w**d at the crib watching belly now

All the pain that they causin' like f**k 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

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**k it

We going out tonight yeah we going out tonight f**k it

We going out tonight yeah we going out tonight

We going out tonight yeah we going out tonight

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 are frequent

All the people that I see

I started living' decent

But what we do to be a g

Only time I fall behind b**ches in the concubine crazy

She 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 and asleep and forgot to die god damn

I'm poppin' them dollars and drinking' them powders faded

Get it over the counter I'm stuck on the browsers like how did I make it

These b**ches don't know me this sh*t is so lonely until she get naked

Don't even know what today is

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

Mondays I think of you

But I ain't tripping on it

Tuesdays I'm in

Gotta get my hands up on ya

Wendsdays 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

Its gon be your pride ha alright