BIBI - The Weekend

Barbie wanna party like all night And she looking like a zombie in her Off-White Yeah, she looking, yeah, she looking for a hand out She think ’cause she with me she in a band now Pull up in the truck, pack it up like a limousine Looking like a blast from the past, look like Billie Jean And you’re the only ten I see And I hope you like Hennessy And why, why, why, why, why (why) Why, why, why, why, why Aren’t you into me? You only call me on the weekend You only love me when we freakin’ You got me jumpin’ off the deep end You only call me on the You only call me on the You only call me on the weekend So weekends past, now, where you at? Where you go? Could you call me back? Would you answer all your missed calls? Will you tell me why you feel off? Would you answer all your missed calls? The weekend just don’t feel long And tell me why we don’t talk And why I’m right but feel wrong Ooh, and why, why, why, why, why (why) Why, why, why, why, why Aren’t you into me? (Aren’t you into me?) Aren’t you into me? (Aren’t you into me?) And why, why, why, why, why And why, why, why, why, why Aren’t you into me? (You) You only call me on the weekend You only love me when we freakin’ You got me jumpin’ off the deep end You only call me on the You only call me on the weekend Call me up if you’re lonely See, I got the keys from my homies You the baddest one, my trophy Only you, you, you, you Only free past midnight Type of shit don’t sit right Rather be alone and get high, oh You only call me on the weekend You only love me when we freakin’ You got me jumpin’ off the deep end You only call me on the You only call me on the You only call me on the weekend Ah-ooh, ah Oh-ah, ah