Weekend (ft. Miguel) taby ukulele według Mac Miller

Capo on 3th same though out the whole song.
 
[Intro]
Am7 C Em G
Am7 C Em
 
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
                      Am7
I got a little bit of money fillin' my pockets
C
Roll around like I run this shit
        Em
I got a system filled up with toxins
                                G
I been broke at heart and I was fuck that bitch
Am7
Getting high to deal with my problems
C
Fucking bitches and getting drunk as shit
Em
But these bitches getting obnoxious
 
They nothin' to me though I love this shit
Am7
Go long days, longer nights
              C
Talk too much, the wrong advice
                          Em
All the lights, and call my life
 
Doctor, doctor, will you help me
                         G
Keep me healthy, keep it low, this where hell be
Am7
Ain't shit you can tell me now
C
Fuck this rap shit, man I'm sellin' out
Em
Ooh shit, my new bitch jealous now
 
Smokin' weed at the crib watching Belly now
Am7                                 C
All the pain that they causin' like fuck it we ballin' now everythin' straight
Em                                                   G
You feeling the feeling, I'm chilling, just living, I'm living away
Am7                       C
Conversations we having, I'm getting too static, too much on my plate
Em
Lord I need me a break.
 
[Hook: Miguel & Mac Miller]
                    Am7           C
But I be good by the weekend
                Em
I be good by the weekend
G                     Am7            C
Everything good by the weekend
                              Em
Everything will be good by the weekend
Am7                                 C
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, like fuck it
Em                                               G
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight, fuck it
Am7                                 C
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight
Em
We going out tonight, yeah we going out tonight
 
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Am7
I been having trouble sleeping
C
Battling these demons
                     Em
Wondering what's the thing that keeps me breathing
                     G
Is it money, fame or neither
Am7
I been thinking about the places that I frequent
C
All the people that I see
         Em
I’m just out here livin' decent
 
What do it mean to be a G
Am7                                      C
And all the time we fall behind, bitches in the concubine, I call her mine, crazy
Em
She and God [?] make water wine, pause in time
                  G
It's common, they often hate me
Am7                                    C
Never will I walk in line, I cross the T's and dot the I's
               Em
Wondering well, wonderin' how I got this high
 
Fell and asleep and forgot to die, god damn
Am7                          C
I'm poppin' them downers and drinkin' them powders, faded
Em                                                 G
Get it over the counter, I'm stuck on the browsers like how did I make it
Am7                               C
These bitches don't know me, this shit is so lonely until she get naked
Em
Don't even know what today is
 
[Hook: Miguel & Mac Miller]
                     Am7          C
But I be good by the weekend
                 Em
I be good by the weekend
G                      Am7            C
Everything good by the weekend
                               Em
Everything will be good by the weekend
 
[Outro: Miguel]
Am7
Mondays I think of you
C
But I ain’t tripping on it
Em
Tuesdays I’m in
              G
Gotta get my hands up on ya
Am7
Wednesdays I live with you
C
You know you're staying over
Em
Thursdays I’m sick of you
 
I got to get rid of you
      Am7                    C                      Em
Cause Fridays are always the start of the time of my life, alright
           Am7                    C                 Em           G
When I get faded you hate it but, baby, it’s gon be alright, ha, alright