Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weekend, artist - Mac Miller. Album song GO:OD AM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Weekend |
| 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 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, bitch 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 |
| 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 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, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, |
| crazy |
| She ain’t god as I, make water wine, pause in time |
| It’s common, they often hate me |
| Never will I walk in line, I cross the Ts and dot the Is |
| 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 bitches don’t know me, this shit 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 |
| Wednesdays I’m lit 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 gonna be alright, ha, alright |