Weekend (feat. Miguel)

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
 
 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
 
 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