Betcha Gon' Know (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. R. Kelly)

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