Andrew Wuepper - Betcha Gon' Know lyrics

[Intro] Oh, welcome to a 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 [Verse 1: Mariah] 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 sh** 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: R. Kelly] 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 hungover 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 bu*t 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 f** up out of there [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 f**ing 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