Paroles: Mariah Carey. Memoirs Of An Imperfect Angel. Up Out My Face.

It's not Chipped, where not cracked, oh we're shattered

Eh eh oh na na na na

I thought we had something special, we had something good
But I should'n let another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on a sofa, and I'm on MTV
Might see me on a poster, see me at the show
But you won't see me for free boy, this ain't no promo

No shame now,
Wherever you been laying, you can stay now
Got to board the BBJ and put the shades down, I'm on the plane now
And don't keep calling from yo momma house
When I break, I break boy
Up out my face boy
Up out my face boy
Up out my face, I break
Up out my face boy
Up out my face boy
Up out my face, I break
You ain't never gonna feel this thing again
You gon' get a lot of calls, cause I CCed all your friends
I ain't walk around and won't being sad and collecting my bags

So look who's crying now, boo hooo hooo
Talking about you're missing your boooo
No you ain't getting it
No you ain't hitting it
No you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it
Ah ah ha ha ha ha
You wonder who I'm messing with when you ain't next to me
Ah ah ha ha ha ha
So paint...

No shame now... (refrein)

And no superglue can fix this (when I break)

Not even a welder and a builder can rebuild this shit (I break)

Not even a nailtechnician with a whole jot of jail... can fix this when I break

If we were two lego blocks, even the Harvard University graduating class of 2010, couldn't put? us back together again

Up out my face boy