Weekend – English Lyrics

• By: Mac Miller, Miguel
• Album: GO:OD AM

Lyrics & Translation

Discover how Mac Miller's "Weekend," featuring Miguel, delves into the universal longing for escape and temporary solace. This song offers a candid look into coping mechanisms and the fleeting nature of happiness, inviting listeners to explore themes of relief, personal struggle, and the anticipation of the weekend.

[English]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, now

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

Fuckin' bitches, gettin' 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?

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 watching Belly now

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 having

I'm getting too static

Too much on my plate

Lord, I need me a break

But I'll be good by the weekend

I'll be good by the weekend

Everything good by the weekend

Everything will be good by the weekend

(By the weekend)

We goin' out tonight

Yeah, we goin' out tonight, like fuck it

We goin' out tonight

Yeah, we goin' out tonight, fuck it

We goin' out tonight

Yeah, we goin' out tonight (It's a weekend)

We goin' out tonight

Yeah, we goin' out tonight (It's the weekend)

I been having trouble sleepin'

Battlin' these demons

Wonderin' what's the thing that keeps me breathin'

Is it money, fame or neither?

I been thinkin' 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?

Yeah

And all the time, we fall behind

Bitches in the concubine

I call her mine, crazy

She ain't' god as I

I 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

Wonderin', well

Wonderin' how I got this high

Fell asleep and forgot to die, goddamn

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'll be good by the weekend

I'll be good by the weekend

Everything good by the weekend

Everything will be good by the weekend

(By the weekend)

Mondays, I think of you

But I ain't trippin' on it

Tuesdays, I'm hittin'

Gotta get my hands up on ya'

Wednesdays, I'm lit wit' 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 alright

Haha, alright

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