Referencing the joys and thrills of the weekend. Miguels croons a smooth chorus as Mac Miller spits about the what he loves to do over the weekend.[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' awayConversations 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)

[Post-Chorus: Mac Miller]

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 (It's a weekend)

We going out tonight, yeah, we going out tonight (It's a weekend)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

I been havin' trouble sleepin', battlin' these demons

Wondering what's the thing that keeps me breathin': is it money, fame or neither?

I been thinkin' 'bout 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 (Alright)

And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy

In God's desire, I make water wine, pausin' 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 browser, 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 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 trippin' on it

Tuesdays I'm hittin', gotta get my hands up on ya

Wednesdays I'm lit wit'chu, you know you're stayin' 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