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 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
I can't believe you just actually did this shit to me
I'm goin' 'bout a hundred
Mascara running
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
Betcha gon' know how it feels (when I get you back)
Betcha gon' know how it feels (when your heart's been cracked)
Betcha gon' know how it feels (we fade to black)
How it feels for real (ayy, and you see your whole world collapse)
Before we both get loud, I'ma 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
And then it got hot after taking some shots
The time must have slipped away
Because all I know, I woke up hungover
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 have 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 came down with nothing but a robe on
And that's when I put my damn clothes on
I got the fuck up out of there
Girl, you know, I know how it looks
(See, I know how it looks)
Girl, you know, I know how it looks
(But, baby, it ain't like that)
Girl, you know, 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 (no)
Oprah Winfrey, whole segment, for real, for real (no)
20 20, Barbara Walters for real, for real (no)
60 Minutes for real
(Baby) I had all my trust in you and look at what you put me through (this is not my fault, no, it isn't)
(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 I love you, I don't love her)
Now we're fading away (don't fade, don't fade, no)
Bet you gon' know how this feels
Even if it's the last thing I ever do
To be continued
