Lirik Lagu Weekend - Mac Miller
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[Intro: Mac Miller]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahUh, uh, (Uh, uh)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYo, now
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]I got a little bit of money fillin' my pockets, roll around like I run this shitI got a system filled up with toxins, I've been broken-hearted, now it's fuck that bitchGetting high to deal with my problems, fucking bitches, getting drunk as shitBut these bitches getting obnoxious, they nuttin' to me though, I love this shitGo long days, longer nights, talk too much, the wrong advice, all the lightsAnd call my life, doctor, doctor, will you help me? Get me healthy, keep it low, this where hell beAin't shit you can tell me now, fuck this rap shit, bitch, I'm sellin' outOoh shit, with my new bitch, you jealous now, smokin' weed at the crib watching Belly now (Alright)All the pain that they causin' like, fuck it, we ballin', now everythin' straightYou feeling the feeling, I'm chilling, just living, I'm burning awayConversations we having, I'm getting too static, too much on my plateLord, 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)
[Post-Chorus: Mac Miller]We going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight, like fuck itWe going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight, fuck itWe going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight (It's a weekend)We going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight (It's a weekend)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]I been having trouble sleeping, battling these demonsWondering 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 seeI’m just out here livin' decent, what do it mean to be a G? Yeah (Alright)And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazyShe ain't God as I, I make water wine, pausin' time, it's common, they often hate meNever will I walk in line, I cross the T's and dot the I's, wondering, wellWonderin' how I got this high, fell asleep and forgot to die, GoddamnI'm poppin' them downers and drinkin' them powders, fadedGet it over the counter, I'm stuck on the browser, like, how did I make it?These bitches don't know me, this shit is so lonely until she get nakedDon't even know what the day is
[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)
[Outro: Miguel]Mondays I think of you, but I ain’t tripping on itTuesdays I’m hittin', gotta get my hands up on yaWednesdays I'm lit wit'chu, you know you're staying overThursdays I’m sick of you, I got to get rid of you'Cause Fridays are always the start of the time ofMy life, alrightWhen I get faded you hate it, but, babyIt’s gon' be alrightHaha, alright
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]I got a little bit of money fillin' my pockets, roll around like I run this shitI got a system filled up with toxins, I've been broken-hearted, now it's fuck that bitchGetting high to deal with my problems, fucking bitches, getting drunk as shitBut these bitches getting obnoxious, they nuttin' to me though, I love this shitGo long days, longer nights, talk too much, the wrong advice, all the lightsAnd call my life, doctor, doctor, will you help me? Get me healthy, keep it low, this where hell beAin't shit you can tell me now, fuck this rap shit, bitch, I'm sellin' outOoh shit, with my new bitch, you jealous now, smokin' weed at the crib watching Belly now (Alright)All the pain that they causin' like, fuck it, we ballin', now everythin' straightYou feeling the feeling, I'm chilling, just living, I'm burning awayConversations we having, I'm getting too static, too much on my plateLord, 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)
[Post-Chorus: Mac Miller]We going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight, like fuck itWe going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight, fuck itWe going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight (It's a weekend)We going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight (It's a weekend)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]I been having trouble sleeping, battling these demonsWondering 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 seeI’m just out here livin' decent, what do it mean to be a G? Yeah (Alright)And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazyShe ain't God as I, I make water wine, pausin' time, it's common, they often hate meNever will I walk in line, I cross the T's and dot the I's, wondering, wellWonderin' how I got this high, fell asleep and forgot to die, GoddamnI'm poppin' them downers and drinkin' them powders, fadedGet it over the counter, I'm stuck on the browser, like, how did I make it?These bitches don't know me, this shit is so lonely until she get nakedDon't even know what the day is
[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)
[Outro: Miguel]Mondays I think of you, but I ain’t tripping on itTuesdays I’m hittin', gotta get my hands up on yaWednesdays I'm lit wit'chu, you know you're staying overThursdays I’m sick of you, I got to get rid of you'Cause Fridays are always the start of the time ofMy life, alrightWhen I get faded you hate it, but, babyIt’s gon' be alrightHaha, alright
