Betcha Gon' Know (the prologue)

Whoa, welcome to a day of my life (a day of my life)
The memoirs of an imperfect angel, oh
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 lovers' silhouette
And my heart stood still
I was 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 (slut!)
Rolled down all the windows, just so I could breathe
Can't believe you just actually did this shit to me

I'm going 'bout a hundred, mascara runnin'
Laughing out of anger, but it don't strike me as funny
I've been too good to you, I've been virtuous and true
To have something like this happen in my own bedroom? I–

(Betcha gonna know how it feels) when I get you back
(Betcha gonna know how it feels) and your heart's been cracked
(Betcha gonna know how it feels) we fade to black, 'ey
And you see your whole world collapse

I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh ('ey, 'ey)
I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh ('ey, 'ey)
I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh
Right in your face, boy (betcha gonna 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 creep in the driveway
Tip-toe through the door, but you're there, wide awake
You're like: Where you been?
I'm like: Sorry, but I fell asleep on Jasmine's sofa
I could've sworn that Rae Rae called you and told you

You're like: You ok?
I'm like: Hmm, I'm alright, go to 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 gonna know how it feels) when I get you back
(Betcha gonna know how it feels) and your heart's been cracked
(Betcha gonna know how it feels) we fade to black, 'ey
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 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)

Bet you're gon' know how this feels
Even if it's the last thing that I ever do
To be continued