Weekend Karaoke - Mac Miller & Miguel

This title is a cover of Weekend as made famous by Mac Miller
feat. Miguel

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 120 BPM

In the same key as the original: Gm

Duration: 03:32 - Preview at: 01:31

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2015
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Miguel Jontel Pimentel, Mac Miller, Jamil George Chammas, Rex Kudo, Charlie Handsome, Markous Roberts

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Lyrics Weekend

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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
Gettin' high to deal with my problems
Fuckin' bitches
Gettin' 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'
All the pain that they causin' like fuck it we ballin'
Now everythin' straight like fuck it we ballin'
Now everythin' straight
You feelin' the feelin'
You feelin' the feelin'
I'm chillin', just livin'
I'm chillin', just livin'
I'm burnin' away
I'm burnin' away
Conversations we havin'
Conversations we havin'
I'm gettin' too static
I'm gettin' too static
Too much on my plate
Too much on my plate
Lord I need me a break
I'll be good by the weekend
Alright
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
Ooh wah ah hah ah
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 a weekend
I been havin' trouble sleepin'
Battlin' these demons
Wonderin' 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
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
I'm poppin' them downers and drinkin' them powders 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
These bitches don't know me
This shit is so lonely
This shit is so lonely until she get naked until she get naked
Don't even know what the day is
I'll be good by the weekend
I'll be good by the weekend
Alright
I'll be good by the weekend
Everything good by the weekend
Everything will be good by the weekend
By the weekend
Like ooh wah ah hah
Week
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
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
Ha ha
Alright

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