Weekend Mac Miller (Ft. Miguel)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, now

[Verse 1: Mac Miller, Mac Miller & Miguel]
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
Gettin' high to deal with my problems, fucking bitches, getting drunk as shit
But these bitches gettin' obnoxious, they nuttin' 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 watchin' Belly now (Alright)
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 havin', I'm gettin' too static, too much on my plate
Lord, I need me a break

[Chorus: Miguel & Mac Miller]
But I'll be good by the weekend (Alright) (Yeah)
I'll be good by the weekend (Yeah)
Everything good by the weekend (Alright) (Yeah)
Everything will be good by the weekend (By the weekend)