Mac Miller Weekend Lyrics
Weekend by Mac Miller
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 been broke at heart and I was fuck that bitch Getting high to deal with my problems Fucking bitches and getting 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 Keep me healthy, keep it low, this where hell be Ain't shit you can tell me now Fuck this rap shit, man I'm sellin' out Ooh shit, my new bitch 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 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
Related Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs Refresh Your Christmas Playlist With These 10 Modern Holiday Tracks Watch Ariana Grande's Record-breaking Video for 'Thank U, Next' 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 fuck it We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, fuck 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 livin' decent What do it mean to be a G And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy She and God [?] 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 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
Photos 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 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 your pride, ha, alright
Related Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs Refresh Your Christmas Playlist With These 10 Modern Holiday Tracks Watch Ariana Grande's Record-breaking Video for 'Thank U, Next' 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 fuck it We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, fuck 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 livin' decent What do it mean to be a G And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy She and God [?] 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 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
Photos 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 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 your pride, ha, alright