Mariah Carey -it’s a wrap (sped up )

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Credits
Produced By
Heatmyzer, Tricky Stewart & James “Big Jim” Wright
Written By
Mariah Carey & Barry White
Background Vocals
Mariah Carey
Executive Producers
Mariah Carey & LA Reid
Mastering
Brian Gardner
Recording Assistant
Luis Navarro
Recording
Brian “B-LUV” Thomas & Brian Garten
Percussion
Ronnie Gutierrez
Mixer Assistant
Giancarlo Lino
Mixer
Dave Pensado & Jaycen Joshua
Organ
Tricky Stewart, James “Big Jim” Wright, Leon Bisquera & Monte Neuble
Keyboards
Tricky Stewart, James “Big Jim” Wright, Leon Bisquera & Monte Neuble
Bass Guitar
Alex Al
Recorded At
The Boom Boom Room, Burbank, CA and Honeywest Studios, NYC
Release Date
September 27, 2009
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Lyrics:
Yet another early morning and you walking like its nothing
Hold up, hold up, hold tight
Ain't no donuts ain't no coffee
See i know you seen me callin and callin
I should crack ya right in ya forehead
Let me take a breathe (Let me take a breathe)
And regain my composure
Told you one more time (Told you one more time)
If you f'd up its over.
When its gone, its gone, its gone, its gone, its gone
You dead wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong
So just scoo do do doot baby
Its a wrap for you baby (It's a wrap)
Its a wrap for you boy (It's a wrap)
Oh baby
If I ever misrepresented my self-image
Then I'm sorry
I was oh so acquiescent
But I learn my lesson
Boy you sorry
Bump, bump, bump
All out in the open
Dont make me go call maury provich
Let me take a breathe (Let me take a breathe)
And regain my composure
Told you one more time (Told you one more time)
If you f'd up its over.
When its gone, its gone, its gone, its gone, its gone
You dead wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong
So just scoo do do doot baby
Its a wrap for you baby (It's a wrap)
Its a wrap for you boy (It's a wrap)
Oh baby
Put all of your shit in the elevator
Its going down like a denominator
Trying to keep holding on, holding on
Boy let me go
You gonna wake my neighbors, get away from my door
That was your last shot you ain't coming back
Its the martini I mean it baby
It's a wrap
When its gone, its gone, its gone, its gone
You dead wrong, so wrong, so wrong,
So wrong, so wrong (you dead wrong)
So just scoo do do doot baby
Boy I ain't playing a game.
I told you, I told you
If you f'd up one more time its over (It's wrap)
So get out of my face it's over
Been sitting here all night leave me alone.
Since quarter to three i've been drinking patron
Let the credits role, its a wrap

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