Betcha Gon' Know (the prologue) lyrics

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