Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timbaland
Vocals
Patrick Stump
Vocals
Andy Hurley
Drums
Hannon Lane
Keyboards
Joe Trohman
Lead Guitar
Pete Wentz
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hannon Lane
Songwriter
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Pete Wentz
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Producer
Fareed Salamah
Assistant Engineer
Demacio Castellon
Recording Engineer
Hannon Lane
Co-Producer
Lyrics
(Huh)
I get over heels for someone high
That I really can't deal with, deal with
I want to block her out my mind
But I really can't do it, do it
I tell myself this the last time
I'ma let her do this to me
Whenever we do spend time
I realize that I can't get enough of you
Wipe that smile off your fuckin' face (let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face (let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your fuckin' face (let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Right in the middle, I'm right in the middle
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my lonely
I wear scarves and hoods 'cause they're the only poker face that I got left
And everything I love about you is a mess
Smash the mirror and break the palm reader's hand
I want to be better than I am
(Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your fuckin' face (let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face (let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your fuckin' face (let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Right in the middle, I'm right in the middle
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my lonely
(Ah)
Girl, just look what you've done
How could you do this to me?
I gotta put my foot down
I can't let you do this to me
I can't forget those good ole times
And all the things you've been doin' to me
I wanna hit that one more time
I'm in love, whatchu doin' to me
I'ma say it loud
Why can't us fuck in this crowd
Why we arguin'
I thought me and you were 'posed to be friends
Let's chill for minute
Better yet, we need a heal for a minute
Baby, put down the knife
Sometime I wanna save ya life, why don't you
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Right in the middle, I'm right in the middle
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my lonely
We don't got no fuckin' band
We ain't got no speakers, no fuckin' microphone set up
Timbaland, you tunin' son of a bitch
Get the fuck outta my house now
'Fore I get too mad and I can't turn back
Hey, didn't I say get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
(Ha ha ha ha)
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Hannon Lane, Patrick Stump, Peter Wentz
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