Betcha Don't Know - Najee

Welcome to a day of my life (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 lovers' sillouette 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 breath Can't believe you just actually did that ST to me I'm going '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, I... Betcha Gon Know how it feels When I get you back Betcha Gon Know how it feels And your hearts been cracked Betcha Gon Know how it feels When we fade to black How it feels And you see your whole world collapse I'm gonna lalalalala laugh I'm gonna lalalalala laugh I'm gonna lalalalala 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 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 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 Jasmin's sofa I could have swore that Rae-Rae called you and told ya You're like: You okay? I'm like: Mmm, 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 gonna find out in time Betcha Gon Know how it feels When I get you back Betcha Gon Know how it feels And your hearts been cracked Betcha Gon Know how it feels When we fade to black How it feels And you see your whole world collapse This is for real, for real, for real Oprah Winfrey, whole segment, for real, for real Sixty minutes for real Baby, I had all my trust in and look at what you put me through You got me all crazy Somewhere down the line you gon get what you deserve You FG jerk You were supposed to save me, my sweet baby Now we are fading away But you gon know how this feels Even if it's the last thing I ever do

Whoa, welcome to a day of my life, day of my life Memoirs of an imperfect angel Whoa, welcome, welcome, welcome to a day of my life 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 just 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 shit to me I'm goin' about a hundred, mascara runnin' 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, know how it feels) When I get you back (Betcha gon' know, know how it feels) And your heart's been cracked (Betcha gon' know, know 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'mma 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 Indeed it got hot after taking some shots The time must have slipped away Because all I know I woke hung over And girl it was the very next day With the sun in my face I woke up in a rage scream "What have you done to me?" And I'm telling you babe I know it sounds crazy She must've 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 comes out with nothing but a robe on (And that's when I put my damn clothes on) And got the fuck up outta there (Baby now I know how it looks) See I know how it looks (Baby now I know how it looks) But baby it ain't like that, no (Baby now I know how it looks) So don't go accusing me of something that I didn't do You need 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 (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 I ever do To be continued