THE MARIAH NETWORK

Me. I Am Mariah...
The Elusive Chanteuse

Released on May 23, 2014, "Me. I Am Mariah... The Elusive Chanteuse" debuted at number three on the Billboard 200, after selling 58,000 copies. The album featured guest appearances by rappers Nas, Wale and Fabolous. The deluxe version also included duet versions of two songs from "Memoirs Of An Imperfect Angel;" "Betcha Gon' Know," with R. Kelly and "It's A Wrap" with Mary J. Blige.

The album's first single was "#Beautiful," a duet with R&B singer Miguel which was released on May 7, 2013. It debuted at number twenty four on the Billboard Hot 100 and peaked at number fifteen, becoming Mariah's twenty-third top 15 hit.

"You're Mine (Eternal)," produced by Mariah Carey and Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins, was chosen as the album's second single and released on February 12, 2014. The song reached number one on the Hot Dance Club Songs, making it Mariah's seventeenth number one on that chart.


         

1. Cry.
2. Faded
3. Dedicated
4. #Beautiful
5. Thirsty
6. Make It Look Good
7. You're Mine (Eternal)
8. You Don't Know What To Do
9. Supernatural
10. Meteorite
11. Camouflage
12. Money ($ * / ...)
13. One More Try
14. Heavenly (No Ways Tired / Can't Give Up Now)

Bonus Tracks:
It's A Wrap
Betcha Gon' Know
The Art Of Letting Go
America The Beautiful

Maybe I didn't leave much between us that day
And maybe I shouldn't have told you I loved you, playing the game
And now I understand, wish I could have you back
And kiss you soft and feel your hands on me

Till we both break down
Till we both break down
Till we both break down and cry

And maybe I didn't give you your space back then
And maybe I should've just held out a little bit longer
But I was seduced by you and I didn't know enough
Truly too enchanted to disregard the words you said to make me yours
I need to hold you till we both

Till we both break down
(Break down)
Till we both break down
(I should have known that you would tire of me)
Till we both break down
(Oh, till we both break down and cry)

Oh, my love
Imprudently I left every cell in me so naked
Somewhere at the core of you, blares our song
I just need you till we both...

Till we both break down
(I'm just saying)
Till we both break down
(Might as well tell the truth about the matter)
Till we both break down
(Yes, I guess it's selfish of me to just expect that I'm entitled to have you)
Till we both break down
(But tonight all I wanna do is just hold you till)
Till we both break down
(We both break down and cry)
Cry...
Oh, we both break down and cry
Till we both break down and
Cry.

Written by M. Carey, J. Wright.
Produced by Mariah Carey and James "Big Jim" Wright.

It was overcast that day and I was feeling some kind of way
I pulled the covers up over my head
Tried reaching for you, but that was then
I can't forget, my heart's hung over but ain't nothing different
I close my eyes, nothing but faded pictures of you

Faded
Baby, you're faded
Baby, you're faded
Faded

You come and you go
You're just an echo
A whisper in my ear
But in the morning you're not here
So intangible
Just like an echo

Still tryin' to pretend it's possible to bring us back to life
But we continue to subside
Hanging on for life on this roller coaster ride
I call your name, baby, subconsciously
Always somewhere but you're not there for me
Boy you, boy you...

You're faded
Baby, you're faded
Baby, you're faded
Faded

(Boy you just come and you go)
You come and you go
You're just an echo
(Just an echo, just an echo)
A whisper in my ear
But in the morning you're not here
So intangible
Just like an echo

Faded
You're always somewhere but you're not there for me
Not there for me, not there for me
You're always somewhere but you're not there for me
Not there for me, not there for me
Not there for me

Written by M. Carey, M. Williams, D. "Blu June" Andrews.
Produced by Mariah Carey and Mike WiLL Made-It.

I'll just sit right here and sing that good old school shit to you
I won't fool you, I won't make you be my own
Oh baby you know, all that love-making we did
Boy, it was so real I wanna feel that again

Long lost friend from way back when Eric B was president
Tell me where the melody went
And if you still care, say yeah yeah yeah
Sing it like they used to do, this one's from me to you, oh

La di da di da di da
That's how you do it
That's how to make it okay
Oh baby you know
Make love, that's how to do it
Just like we did it back then
Well, this is dedicated to you

I'll just sit right here and sing that good old school shit to you
I won't fool you, I won't make you be my own
Oh baby you know, all that love-making we did
Boy it was so real I wanna feel that again

And all your friends from way back then, tell me can you visualize
36 Chambers high
Feels like we're there, yeah yeah yeah
Remix of a Fantasy, I hear them singing back to me like

La di da di da di da
That's how you do it
That's how to make it okay
Oh baby you know
Make love, that's how to do it
Just like we did it back then
Well, this is dedicated to you

NAS:
Nah, we don't wish today's game was old again
We just wish it wasn't full of Draconian, Babylonian, phony men
FOH my summation fascinates, we have debates
Who's the greatest, living or passed away
I ask MC, see what she has to say
Eric B or Master P, some see it differently
'87 meant to me? I try to describe it, you try to relive it
I try to revive it, hoping that you get it, yeah
Something about "La Di Da Di" got inside our bodies
Something about "My Adidas" coming out the speakers
Used to do doo-wop or the Pee-Wee Herman
Rest in peace Heavy D, "Moneyearnin' Mount Vernon"
Let's go

La di da di da di da
That's how you do it
That's how to make it okay
Oh baby you know
This is dedicated to you
This is dedicated to you
Oh baby you know

This is dedicated to you
This is dedicated to you
This is dedicated to you
Oh baby you know

This is dedicated to you
This is dedicated to you
This is dedicated to you
Oh baby you know

This is dedicated to you
This is dedicated to you
This is dedicated to you
Oh baby you know

Written by M. Carey, C. Hollis, J. Fauntleroy, N. Jones, D. Coles, R. Diggs, G. Grice, L. Hawkins, J. Hunter, R. Jones, C. Smith, C. Woods.
Produced by Mariah Carey, Hit-Boy and Darhyl "Hey DJ" Camper.
Additional Production by Hazebanga.

Hop on the back of my bike
Let the good wind blow through your hair
With an ass like that
And a smile so bright, oh you're killin' me
You know it ain't fair, yeah
Ride on through the middle of the night
Let the moonlight kiss your skin
When you dance like that
Jeans so tight, oh you're killin' me, baby do it again, yeah

You're beautiful
And your mind is fucking beautiful
And I can't pretend
That that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me, yeah

You're beautiful
Good lord, you're fucking beautiful
And I can't pretend
That that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me
Yeah, yeah

I like when you run red lights
Don't stop till you thrill me
Ohh how you thrill me
Always in control, how you do it I don't know
But I don't care, take me anywhere 'cause

It's beautiful
Ooh you make me feel undressable
And I can't pretend that doesn't mean
A thing to me, to me
Oooh ooh ooh

You're beautiful
And your mind is fucking beautiful
And I can't pretend
That that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me

Yeah, you're beautiful
Good lord, you're fucking beautiful
And I can't pretend
That that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me
Yeah, yeah

Ooh-oo-ooh-oo-ooh
Uh uh you're beautiful

You know what you're doing, darling
Get on the back of my bike, darling
Oh, I'll take you
Yeah, yeah
Don't you worry darling

Written by M. Pimentel, M. Carey, N. Perez, B. Davis, M. Robinson, B. Warfield.
Produced by Miguel and Mariah Carey.
Co-Produced by Happy Perez.
Additional Production by Brook "D'Leau" Davis.

Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty

Chasing them bright lights
Even change your name
Say you a boss now
Ain't nothin' out your range
Well, almost anything

You used to be Mr. 'All About We'
Now you're just thirsty for celebrity
Best thing that happened to your ass was me
Pull down them Tom Fords and act like you see

You, thirsty for a dream
Leaving me drowning
Boy there ain't no S.O.S.
Filled with discontent
Finding you can't quench
Why you try so damn hard

Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty

That Hollywood sign
Calling you again
So you stuntin'
On your Instagram
But that shhh ain't everything

You used to be Mr. 'All About We'
Now you're just thirsty for celebrity
Best thing that happened to your ass was me
Pull down them Tom Fords and act like you see

You, thirsty for a dream
Leaving me drowning
Boy there ain't no S.O.S.
Filled with discontent
Finding you can't quench
Why you try so damn hard

Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty

Boss now, you're trying to be a boss now
Thinking you a boss now
Boy you just looking thirsty now
Boss now, you're trying to be a boss now
Thinking you a G now
Boy you're just looking thirsty now
You know you thirsty

See your name in lights
And dream of fancy cars
Like superstars
You don't know who you are
That VIP
Too far for you to see
Outside the club
@-ing me constantly
Can't get the real math
'Cause boy you're thirsty

Written by M. Carey, C. Hollis, D. "Blu June" Andrews, M. Tatum.
Produced by Mariah Carey and Hit-Boy.
Co-Produced by Rey Reel.

Oh, make me wanna say
Yeah, yeah
Oh boy, you make me say

Something about you
Makes every girl high
Suffering without you
I just want a taste of what you got
But my mama always told me not to
Play with those players who play you till there's no more game left to be played
Look at what you got me going through
Can't help myself because you

Make it look good
(Make it look good)
Say you
Make it look good
(Make it look gooder than them other fools)

Around you I know I ain't supposed to be
Acting like I know you notice me
Fantasize about the way you lick your lips
Fingertips on my hips as we dip
Oh, boy
You make it look good
(Make it look gooder than them other fools)

Baby baby sometimes, I need you
But I feel so shy
Simply can't leave you
Cause them other girls are gonna try
Guess their mama never told them not to
Play with those players who play you till there's no more game left to be played
Look at what you got me going through
Can't help myself because you

Make it look good
(Make it look good)
Said you make it look good
(Make it look gooder than them other fools)

Around you I know I ain't supposed to be
Acting like I know you notice me
Fantasize about the way you lick your lips
Fingertips on my hips as we dip
Oh, boy
You make it look good
(Make it look gooder than them other fools)

Oh boy
And it makes every girl high
Oh boy, you make me say
Oh, oh you
My mama said don't play with them players
No, no
Look at what you got me going through
Fantasize about the way you lick your lips
Oh, it's gooder than them other fools
Yes, it is

Written by M. Carey, J. Dupri, B. Cox, B. Sigler, A. Felder.
Produced by Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri and Bryan-Michael Cox.

I can't seem to live without your love
Suffocating here by myself, dying for your touch
Springtime eyes that get you every time
And I just can't seem to give you up, you're mine

You made me feel
Our love would never end
How can I forget
Baby, we were the best
Suffered dreams of you all through the night
Baby I can't seem to give you up, you're mine

I can't seem to give you up, you're mine
I can't seem to give you up, you're mine

Summer days and summer nights
When I felt you in my arms
Didn't I want to badly
Wanted to let you have me
Autumn days and stormy nights
When you crushed me with your charms
Didn't I need you madly
Now I'm lying here falling apart

I can't seem to live without your love
Suffocating here by myself, dying for your touch
Springtime eyes that get you every time
And I just can't seem to give you up, you're mine

You made me feel
Our love would never end
How can I forget
Baby, we were the best
I suffered dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to give you up, you're mine

I can't seem to give you up, you're mine
I can't seem to give you up, you're mine

Oh, you made me feel
Like love would never end
Tell me how can I forget that
My baby, we were the best
I suffer in dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to give you up, you're mine

I can't seem to give you up, you're mine
I can't seem to give you up, you're mine

Written by M. Carey, R. Jerkins.
Produced by Mariah Carey and Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins.

You need to go
Don't look so surprised
Cause we had a love that won't be immortalized
Say you need me now
So alone without me now
But our lil romance is through
Because basically boy you
You just don't know what to do

Wale:
I can give it to you, but what you gonna do
Win it if I hit it, I bet you stuck, stoop
But sucking your teeth, don't fuck up my mood
I'm trying to give it all to you
I can understand it's things we go through
Put C's on your back, let see this here through
And we can be as high as receipts from Nobu
But I gotta get it out of you
She said "'le throw a ring on it"
She don't love you unless she put your whole name on it
Gettin' money, at this age is hard knocks
The day and not act the way
When all the pretty bitches like you for your stage presence

I'll miss you almost half as much as you missed me
You used to act so tough, pretty security
Now that I found myself you're aching to be mine
Can't even up yourself from playing the fool each night

Ooh... how I loved you
Ooh... how I needed you
Ooh... boy I feel brand new
Ooh... since you turned me loose
Baby

You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do
You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do

First you wanna leave
Then you'd never go
I'mma set you free, boy
Baby you don't know

You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do
You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do

You love me more than you love sunny summer days
And even more than you love floating in a haze
Boy when you lost my heart, you lost everything
Now all that you can do is listen to me sing

Ooh... how I loved you
Ooh... how I needed you
Ooh... boy I feel brand new
Ooh... since you turned me loose

You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do
You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do

First you wanna leave
Then you'd never go
I'mma set you free
Cause baby you don't know

You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do
You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do

Wale:
I can give it to you, but what you gon' do
Win it, if I hit it, I bet you stuck, stoop
And the motto I got, no class in this school
Take your bags and go boo
Never mind all of the flexin' I do
Balenciagas, got me two steppin' on smooth
Never will I lower my standards, my boo
I could show you we're at ten is like Sampras on cue
That's kinda funny cause love still means lose
Unless we kill a racquet in back-and-forth moves
Somehow you keep showing your Agassi do it
Did you catch that all, screw it
All the girls need is respect and I do it
Never catch feelings cause jets is my fuel
Giuseppe my foot, my sweats be in the newest
So sexy, they ain't sweating me, I bet you ain't know it

You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do
You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do

First you wanna leave
Then you'd never go
I'mma set you free
Baby you don't know

You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do
You don't know what, you don't know what
You don't know what to do

You don't know what you do to me
You don't know what you do to me
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know what you do to me
You don't know what you do to me
You don't know
You don't know
Said you don't know
You don't know

Written by M. Carey, J. Dupri, B. Cox, O. Akintimehin, P. Adams, T. Gonzalez.
Produced by Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri and Bryan-Michael Cox.

You make the beat
You make the beat go
You make the beat
You make the beat go

Our love is supernatural
Hey baby, actually I'm for sure
It's forever, talking about our love

Got me lost in the clouds
Floating like ooh
Keep me here always
We're the only thing that's true

Beautiful as the sun
Showers on my new baby
Our love is supernatural
Hey baby, actually I'm for sure
It's forever, talking about our love

Communicate without saying the words out loud
Heavenly, it's more than a state of mind
Now that you're in my life
And ooh

Beautiful, as you make
All my tears dissipate cause
Our love is supernatural
Hey baby, actually I'm for sure
It's forever, talking about our love

You make the beat
You make the beat go

Beautiful, as you make
All my tears dissipate cause
Our love is supernatural
Hey baby, actually I'm for sure
It's forever, talking about our love
Our love
Our love

You make the beat
You make the beat go
You make the beat
You make the beat go
You make the beat
You make the beat go
On and on and on and on
I'm for sure
It's forever, talking about our love

Written by M. Carey, J. Dupri, B. Cox.
Produced by Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri & Bryan-Michael Cox.

Andy Warhol said "in the future everybody will be famous"
No, he said "everybody will be world-famous for fifteen minutes"

Gotta get up
Cause you know the world is waiting
Can you keep up
Everyone you see is racing
And you
You know what you are
It's true
You will go far

Cause you got the night
To light up the sky
Meteorite in front of every eye
A shooting star
Your fame is a flame
And they watch you burn up, turn up, turnt up all the way

Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite
Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite

So here we go
We're listening, what are you saying
Put on your show
Try to make it entertaining
And you
You know what you are
It's true
You will go far

Cause you got the night
To light up the sky
Meteorite in front of every eye
A shooting star
Your fame is a flame
And they watch you burn up, turn up, turnt up all the way

Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite
Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite
Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite
Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite

Cause you got the night
To light up the sky
A meteorite in front of every eye
A shooting star
Your fame is a flame
As they watch you burn up, turn up, turnt up all the way
Yeah you got to turn up all the way
Yeah you got to turn up all the way
Yeah you got to turn up all the way

Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite
Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite

Written by M. Carey, K. Fareed, A. Felder, N. Harris, R. Tyson.
Produced by Mariah Carey and Q-Tip.

I remember so many nights in the bed alone
Wondering could I muster the strength to exist in the bitter cold
But you showed up once in a while, I guess that's alright
Cause I told my heart that you needed time for yourself, it's fine

I camouflage my tears
And you wear your disguise
And round I go
To know that you still love me

I need to know, say that you do
(To know if you still love me)
I need to know, say that you do
(Please)

Weary sometimes when I tried to discern our reality
Wish that I just could be somebody else if you talked to me
Kept praying inside, let him love me for who I am
Please, my Lord
But you were just somewhere that I couldn't reach, couldn't understand

I camouflage my tears
And you wear your disguise
And round I go
To know if you still love me

I need to know, say that you do
(To know if you still love me)
I need to know, say that you do

Didn't we swear we'd give each other everything?
(I shouldn't hold in on love)
Didn't I give you all of me?
No, not a day goes by
When I don't wonder inside
If you feel the way you used to feel
I camouflage my tears
And you wear your disguise
And round and round I go

I need to know, say that you do
I need to know, say that you do
(That's all I really wanted)
I need to know, say that you do
(That's all I really wanted)
I need to know, say that you do
(Was to know)

I need to know you still love me, tell me you love me
Say it
I camouflage
I cry and cry as you laugh and laugh at the question
But I need to know

Written by M. Carey, J. Wright.
Produced by Mariah Carey and James "Big Jim" Wright.

Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you

Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you

Hit-Boy:
Come on Mariah and let's get higher
Come on Mariah and let's get higher
Hit Boy on the beat, oh yeah that's timeless
Oh you know that's fire

Baby cause your love is good
That's why I be on it
Zoning, calling, phoning for you babe
And I dream the impossible dream
When you and I alone

Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you
Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you

Fabolous:
Shawty like to vacay, do it with the hood here
Shawty like a bad boy, ask 'em what's good with her
Shawty like a good shoe, shawty like a nice bag
Shawty be expensive, it shows like a price tag
Shawty swole back there, I'mma need to ice that
Shawty got the cake though, you niggas never slice that
Shawty like them Rollys, Shawty know what time it is
Met a few gayzies, I showed her what a diamond is

Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you
Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you

Baby cause your love is good
That's why I be on it
Zoning, calling, phoning for you babe
And I dream the impossible dream
When you and I alone

Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you
Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you

Fabolous:
Money over here, we ain't even gotta say it
Just know I'm getting money every time they play it
I ain't got no beef but when I do I'm gon' filet it
And it costs to be the boss so I go ahead and pay it
Cause that's just who I am
Eating like it's Thanksgiving, not just for the fam
Picture me rolling 2 Pac and for the gram
With my Rolly in the sky, do it big baby, baby

Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you
Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you

They don't mean a thing
They don't mean a thing
They don't mean a thing
They don't mean a thing

Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you
Money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with hollandaise
Expensive lingerie
Cause I come home to you

Repeat

Written by M. Carey, C. Hollis, J. Jackson, D. Satch, E. Birdsong.
Produced by Mariah Carey and Hit-Boy.

I've had enough of danger and people on the streets
I'm looking out for angels, just trying to find some peace
Now I think it's time that you let me know
So if you love me, say you love me
But if you don't just let me go

'Cause teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn
And the last one I had made me cry
So I don't want to learn to hold you
Touch you, think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy for an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

When you were just a stranger and I was at your feet
I didn't feel the danger, now I feel the heat
That look in your eyes, telling me no
So you think that you love me, know that you need me
I wrote the song, I know it's wrong, just let me go

And teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn
Oh the last one I had made me cry
So I don't want to learn to hold you
Touch you, think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy for an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So when you say that you need me
That you'll never leave me
I know you're wrong, you're not that strong
Let me go

And teacher, there are things that I still have to learn
But the one thing I have is my pride
Oh so I don't want to learn to hold you
Touch you, think that you're mine
Because there ain't no joy, I'm just an uptown boy
Who just isn't willing to try

I'm so cold
Inside
Maybe just one more try

Written by G. Michael.
Produced by Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri and Bryan-Michael Cox.

There will be mountains that I will have to climb
And there will be battles that I will have to fight
But victory or defeat, it's up to me to decide
But how can I expect to win if I never try?

I just can't give up now
Come too far from where I started from
Nobody told me the road would be easy
And I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me

Never said there wouldn't be trials, never said I wouldn't fall
Never said that everything would go the way I want it to go
But when my back is against the wall and I feel all hope is gone
I'll just lift my head up to the sky and say: 'Help me to be strong'

I just can't give up now
Come too far from where I started from
Nobody told me the road would be easy
I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me

No you didn't bring me out here to leave me lonely
Even when I can't see clearly I know that you are with me
So I can't...

(I just can't)
Can't give up now
(Cause I've come too far from where I started from)
Come too far from where I started from
(Nobody told me that the road would be easy)
Nobody told me that the road would be easy
(And I don't believe, don't believe)
And I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me
(To leave me, no)

(Said I can't give up now)
I just can't give up now
(Said I've come too far, too far from where I started from)
Come too far from where I started from
(Nobody told me that the road, not gonna be)
Nobody told me that the road would be easy
(And I don't believe, don't believe)
And I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me

(Sweet Lord can't let me fall)
I just can't give up now
Come too far from where I started from
(The Bible said the Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit)
Nobody told me that the road would be easy
(It's been a little rough but I don't believe, don't believe)
And I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me
(Oh, no, no, no, no)

(I can't give up now)
I just can't give up now
(Said I've come too far)
Come too far from where I started from
(From where I started, no one said it would be easy)
Nobody told me that the road would be easy
(Said nobody, nobody, told me that the road would be easy)
And I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me
(To leave me)

I don't feel no ways tired
I don't believe He's brought me this far
I don't believe He's brought me this far
I don't believe He's brought me this far (I don't believe He's brought)
I don't believe He's brought me this far (He, he's brought me)
I don't believe He's brought me this far (I don't believe, no)
(Be still) I don't believe He's brought me this far (Hallelujah)
I don't believe He's brought me this far (I don't, I don't)
I don't believe He's brought me this far

Written by M. Carey, C. Burrell, G. Clinton, Jr.
Produced by Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri and Bryan-Michael Cox.

Yet another early morning
And you walk in like it's nothing
Hold up hold up hold tight
Ain't no donuts ain't no coffee
See I, know you seen me
Calling and calling
I should crack you
Right in your forehead

Let me take a breath,
And regain my composure
Told you one more time if you f'ed
Up it's over

When it's gone, it's gone,
It's gone, it's gone
You're dead wrong, so wrong,
So wrong, so wrong
So just scoo-do-do-do-do,
Scoo-do-do-do-do
Baby it's a wrap
Shoo-do-do-do-do shoo-do-do-do-do
For you baby
It's a wrap
It's a wrap for you boy
It's a wrap
Aww baby
Ooh-we oooh-oooh
E-ooh-ooh

If I ever misrepresented
My self image, then I'm sorry
I was oh so acquiescent
But I learned my lesson,
Boy you're sorry
Bump-bump-bump-bump
All out in the open
Don't make me go call Maury Povich

Let me take a breath,
And regain my composure
Told you one more time if you f'ed
Up it's over
When it's gone, it's gone,
It's gone, it's gone
You dead wrong, so wrong,
So wrong, so wrong
So just scoo-do-do-do-do,
Scoo-do-do-do-do
Baby it's a wrap
For you baby
It's a wrap
It's a wrap for you boy
It's a wrap
Aww baby

Put all your shit in the elevator
It's goin' down like a denominator
Tryin to keep holdin' on holding on
Boy let me go
You gon' wake my neighbors, get away from my door
That was your last shot
You ain't comin back
It's the Martini I mean it baby
It's a wrap

When it's gone, it's gone,
It's gone, it's gone
You're dead wrong, so wrong,
So wrong, so wrong
So just scoo-do-do-do-do,
Scoo-do-do-do-do
(Boy I'm checkin' the gate)
Baby
Shoo-do-do-do-do shoo-do-do-do-do
(I told you)
Baby
(I told you)
(I told you)
It's a wrap
(If you f'ed up one more time it's over)
It's a wrap for you boy
It's a wrap
(So get up out my face I'm hung over)
Aww baby
So just scoo-do-do-do-do,
Scoo-do-do-do-do
(Been sitting here)
(All night leave me alone)
Baby
(Since quarter to three i been)
Shoo-do-do-do-do shoo-do-do-do-do
(Drinkin' Patrón)
Baby
(Watch the credits roll)
It's a wrap
(It's a wrap)
It's a wrap
(Ha)

Written by M. Carey, B. White.
Produced by Mariah Carey, Heatmyzer, C. "Tricky" Stewart and James "Big Jim" Wright.

Whoa, welcome to a day of my life, day of my life
Memoirs of an imperfect angel...
Whoa, welcome, welcome, welcome to a day of my life
Memoirs of an imperfect angel...

Though the lights were low
I could see you both in a lovers' silhouette
And my heart stood still, I just froze right there
Staring down at her red dress
So I bolted out the door, jumped right into the car
It's too dangerous to be in the vicinity of where you are
Rolled down all the windows just so I could breathe
Can't believe you just actually did this shit to me
I'm goin' about a hundred, mascara runnin'
Laughing out of anger, but it don't strike me as funny
Been too good to you, I've been virtuous and true
To have something like this happen in my own bedroom

Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When I get you back
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
And your heart's been cracked
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When we fade to black
How it feels for real
And you see your whole world collapse

R. Kelly:
Before we both get loud, I'mma break it down
And let you know what happened for real
I was over her house, me and her on the couch
And the whole plan was just to chill
Indeed it got hot after taking some shots
The time must have slipped away
Because all I know I woke hung over
And girl it was the very next day
With the sun in my face I woke up in a rage
Screamed "What have you done to me?"
And I'm telling you babe
I know it sounds crazy
She must've put something in my drink
I know you don't believe it and you think I'm dead wrong
Standing there butt naked with nothing but a sheet on
Then she comes out with nothing but a robe on
And that's when I put my damn clothes on
And got the fuck up outta there

Baby now I know how it looks
See I know how it looks
Baby now I know how it looks
But baby it ain't like that, no
Baby now I know how it looks
So don't go accusing me of something that I didn't really mean to do

This is for real, for real, for real
Oprah Winfrey whole segment for real, for real
20/20 Barbara Walters for real, for real
60 minutes for real
(Baby)
I had all my trust in you and
Look at what you put me through
(You got me all crazy)
Somewhere down the line you gon' get what you deserve
You fuckin' jerk
(You were supposed to save me
My sweet baby
But now we're fading away)

But you're gonna know how this feels
Even if it's the last thing I ever do...
To be continued...

Written by M. Carey, T. Nash, C. Stewart, J. Wright, R. Kelly.
Produced by Mariah Carey, C. "Tricky" Stewart, Terius "The-Dream" Nash and James "Big Jim" Wright.

I'm making a statement of my own opinion
Just a brief little reminder to help myself remember
I no longer live in your dominion
You're just trifling, nothing more than a liability
Got a bundle of your possessions
Outside the kitchen window right now

Letting go
Letting go ain't easy
Oh, it's just exceedingly hurtful
'Cause somebody you used to know
It's flinging your world around
And they watch, as you're falling down, down, down
Falling down, baby

Evidently your words were merely lies
Reverberating in my ears
And the echo won't subside
There's a deep deep loss of hope
And the anger burns in me
I hope you don't get no ideas about reuniting baby
'Cause that's the last thing I truly need
Your audacity is too much to be believed, so
Go to Mimi on your contacts, press delete

Letting go ain't easy
Oh, it's just exceedingly hurtful
'Cause somebody you used to know
It's flinging your world around
And they watch, as you're falling down, down
Down, down

Baby letting go, baby letting go
Ain't easy, ain't easy
Baby letting go, baby letting go (Woah)
Ain't easy, ain't easy (No)

Baby letting go, it ain't easy
'Cause somebody you used to know
It's flinging your world around
And you know what?
They watch as you're falling, as you're falling
Down
Fall
It ain't easy baby

Written by M. Carey, R. Jerkins.
Produced by Mariah Carey and Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins.

O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
From sea to shining sea
From sea to shining sea

Written by K. Bates, S. Ward.
Produced by Mariah Carey and James "Big Jim" Wright.