- Betcha Gon' Know – Lyrics

Betcha Gon' Know by

Welcome to a day of my life

The memoirs of an imperfect angel

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

Rolled down all the windows just so I could breathe

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

I'm going 'bout a hundred, mascara running

Laughing out of anger, but it don't strike me as funny

Been to 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

(And we fade to black)

How it feels, for real

(And you see your whole world collapse)

I'mma la-la-laugh

I'mma la-la-laugh

I'mma la-la-laugh

Right in your face boy

Betcha gon' know how it feels

So I pulled to the side of the road to fix my face

But I can't cover with make-up with what my tears want to raise

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

Tiptoe 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 have swore that Ray Ray called you and told you"

You're like, "You OK?"

I'm like, "I'm alright, go to sleep and I'll be fine"

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

I'm really stung, but you're really gonna find out in time

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

(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 the trust and you won't look at what you put me through

(You got me all crazy)

Somewhere down the line you're gonna get what you deserve

(You f***ing jerk)

You're were supposed to save me, my sweet baby

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