Betcha Gon' Know (The 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, oh

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

Rolled down all the windows just so I could breathe

Can't believe you just actually did this **** to me

I'm going 'bout 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, I

Betcha gon' know though how it feels

When I get you back

Betcha gon' know though how it feels

When your heart's been cracked

Betcha gon' know though how it feels

When we fade to black

How it feels, for real

And you see your whole world collapse

I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh

I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh

I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh right in your face, boy

Betcha gon' know though how it feels

So I pulled 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 swore that Rae Rae called you and told ya"

You're like, "You okay?"

I'm like, "I'm alright, 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 though how it feels

When I get you back

Betcha gon' know though how it feels

When your heart's been cracked

Betcha gon' know though how it feels

When we fade to black

How it feels for real

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, oh

You got me all crazy

Somewhere down the line, you're gon' get what you deserve

You **** jerk

'Posed to save me, my sweet baby

But now, we're fading away

But you're gon' know how this feels

Even if it's the last thing I ever do

To be continued