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

It's not chipped, we're not cracked
Oh, we're shattered

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

Actin' all shamed now
Wherever you been layin' you can stay now
Gotta board the BBJ and pull the shades down
I'm on the plane now
And don't keep callin' from your momma's 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 ever gonna feel this thing again
You're gonna get a lot of calls 'cause I cc'd all your friends
I ain't walkin' around all mopey and sad
That ain't even my bag, baby, I break

So look who's cryin' now, boo, hoo, hoo
Talkin' about you're missin' your boo, hoo, hoo
No, you ain't getting it, no, you ain't hittin' it
No, you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you'll wonder who I'm messin' with
While you ain't next to me
I'm going bye, so pay the consequences
'Cause you acting all ignorant

So you're ashamed now
Wherever you been layin' you can stay now
Gotta board the BBJ and pull the shades down
I'm on the plane now
And don't keep callin' from your momma's 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 ever gonna feel this thing again
You're gonna get a lot of calls 'cause I cc'd all your friends
I ain't walkin' around all mopey and sad
They're collecting my bags, baby, I break
'Cause when I break, I break, I break

And no super glue can fix this s***
When I break, I break, I break
Not even a welder and a builder
Can rebuild this s*** when I break, I break, I break

Not even a nail technician with a whole lotta gel
And acrylic can fix this when I break, I break
If we were two lego blocks even the Harvard University
Graduating class of 2010 couldn't put us back together again

When 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 ever gonna feel this thing again
You're gonna get a lot of calls 'cause I cc'd all your friends
I ain't walkin' around all mopey and sad
They're collecting my bags, baby, 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