Lyrics:

Timbaland
I'm head over heels for someone I
That I really can't deal with
I want to block her out my mind
But I really can't do it
I tell myself this the last time
I'mma let her do this to me
Whenever we do spend time
I realize that I can't get enough of you

Patrick Stump (Timbaland)
Wipe that smile off your fucking face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your fucking face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face

Patrick Stump
To be despised, to be loved
To be dreamt of, to be sought
From the 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
From the inside, I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my only

Patrick Stump
I wear scarves and hoods
'Cause they're the only poker face that I've 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

Patrick Stump (Timbaland)
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your fucking face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your fucking face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face

Patrick Stump
To be despised, to be loved
To be dreamt of, to be sought
From the 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
From the inside, I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my only

Timbaland
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 ol' times
And all the things you've been doing to me
I wanna hit that one more time
I'm in love, what you're doing to me
I'mma say it loud, right here
Let's fuck in this crowd
Why we arguing
I thought me and you were supposed to be
Friends
Let's chill for a minute
Better yet, we need to heal for a minute
Baby, put down the knife
Sometime I wanna save your life
But I'm cool

Patrick Stump
To be despised, to be loved
To be dreamt of, to be sought
From the 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
From the inside, I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my only

We don't got no fuckin' band
We ain't got no speakers, no fuckin' microphones set up
Timberland, son of a bitch
Just 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
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