Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Alex DeLeon
Vocals
Andy Hurley
Drums
Joe Trohman
Lead Guitar
Patrick Stump
Vocals
Pete Wentz
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Hurley
Songwriter
Joe Trohman
Songwriter
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Pete Wentz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Erich Talaba
Recording Engineer
Zephyrus Sowers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kiki Cholewka
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm not a crybaby
I'm the crybaby
A caterpillar that got stuck
Mr. Moth come quick with any luck
A long walk to a dark ho-ho-house
A roman candle heart keep us far apart
A cocktail party doin' alright
Hate me, baby, maybe I'm a piece of art
[Verse 2]
Oh, my friends all lie and say
They only want the best wishes for me
Oh, three, two, one, we go live
[Verse 3]
Oh, baby, you're a classic
You're like a little black dress
You're a faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Whoa, whoa
And, oh, baby, you're a classic
Like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Whoa, whoa
[Verse 4]
I can make your heart slow
I can feel the weather in my bones
Wish hard enough I could turn it to what I like
Your pupils, big, roll, they're rollin' like dice
[Verse 5]
They say they only want the best wishes for me
(They only want the best for me)
Oh, three, two, one, we go live
[Verse 6]
Oh, baby, you're a classic
Like a little black dress
You're a faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Whoa, whoa
And, oh, baby, you're a classic
Like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Whoa, whoa
[Verse 7]
I'm not the boy I was, the boy I am is just venting, venting
Dear, gravity, you held me down in this starless city
[Verse 8]
I'm not the boy I was, the boy I am is just venting, venting
Dear, gravity, you held me down in this starless city
[Verse 9]
They only want the best wishes for me
(They only want the best for me)
Oh, three, two, one, we go live
[Verse 10]
Oh, baby, you're a classic
Like a little black dress
You're a faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Whoa, whoa
And, oh, baby, you're a classic
Like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Whoa, whoa
Whoa
Written by: Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz