Betcha Gon' Know (Prologue)

Whoa

Welcome to a day of my life

Day of my life

The memoirs of an imperfect angel

Whoa

Welcome, welcome, welcome

To a day of my life

The memoirs of an imperfect angel

Though the lights were low

I could see you both

In a lover's sillouete

And my heart stood still, i just frozen right there

Staring down right 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 (slut)

Rolled down all the windows

Just so i could breathe

'Can't believe you just

Actually did this s**t to me

I'm goin' about a hundred

Mascara runnin'

Laughing out of at 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, how it feels

When i get you back

Betcha gon' know, how it feels

And your heart's been cracked

Betcha gon' know, how it feels

When we fade to black

And you see your whole world collapse

And i'm gon' la-la-la-la-la laugh

And i'm gon' la-la-la-la-la laugh

And i'm gon' laugh right in your face boy

Betcha gon' know, how it feels...

So i pull to the side of the road to fix my face

But i can't cover with makeup what my tears want to erase

I wake up in a haze

Morning dew and sun rays

As i drive i hide my eyes behind my black cavalli shades

A block from the house

Slowly creepy in the driveway

Tip-toe through the door

But you're there, wide awake

You're like "where you've been?"

I'm like "sorry but i fell asleep on jasmine's sofa,

I could've sworn that rae rae called you and told ya"

You like "you ok?" i'm like "mm i'm all right

A little sleep and i'll be fine"

But if you only knew what was in the back of my mind

Already stung, but you really gon' find out in time, oh i

Betcha gon' know, how it feels

When i get you back

Betcha gon' know, how it feels

And your heart's been cracked

Betcha gon' know, how it feels

When we fade to black

How it feels for real

And you see your whole world collapse

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 pull me through

(You got me all crazy)

Somewhere down the line you gon' get what you

Deserved you f***in' 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...