Betcha Gon' Know lyrics - Mariah Carey (feat. R. Kelly)

 Oh, welcome to a day of my life (day of my life)

The memoirs of an imperfect angel

Oh, 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

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

Been too good to you

I've been virtuous and true

To have something like this

Happen in my own bedroom

Betcha gon' know oh how it feels

(When I get you back)

Betcha gon' know oh how it feels

(When your heart's been cracked)

Betcha gon' know, oh, how it feels

(When we fade to black)

How it feels for real

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 hangover

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

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 fucking jerk

Your 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)

But you gon' know how this feels

Even if it's the last thing I ever do

To be continued