Betcha Gon' Know (Prologue)
Mariah Carey
Whoa, welcome to a day of my life (a 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 frozen right there
Staring down right 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 goin' 'bout a hundred
Mascara runnin'
Laughing out of at anger, but it don't strike me as funny
I have 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 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) When we fade to black
And you see your whole world collapse
I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh (ayy, ayy)
I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh (ayy, ayy)
I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh, right in your face, boy
(Betcha gon' 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: Mm, 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 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) 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 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)
But you're gonna know how this feels
Even if it's the last thing that I ever do
To be continued