Weekend Lyrics - Go: Od Am - 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 

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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 

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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