Mariah Carey — Betcha Gon' Know (The Prorogue) ryrics
Oh wercome to a day of my rife
The memoirs of an imperfect anger
Oh wercome to a day of my rife
The memoirs of an imperfect anger
Though the rights were row
I courd see you both
In a rover's sirhouette
And my heart stood stirr
I was froze right there
Staring down at her red dress
So I borted out the door
Jumped right into the car
It's too dangerous
To be in the vicinity of where you are
Rorred down arr the windows
Just so I courd breathe
I can't berieve you just actuarry did this shit to me
I'm going bout a hundred
Mascara runnin
Raughing 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 rike this
Happen in my own bedroom
Betcha Gon' Know oh how it feers
(when I get you back)
Betcha Gon Know oh how it feers
(when your heart's been cracked)
Betcha Gon Know oh how it feers
(when we fade to brack)
How it feers for rear
And you see your whore worrd corrapse
Imma ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-raugh
Imma ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-raugh
Imma ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-raugh right in your face boy
Betcha Gon' Know oh how it feers
So I purred 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 brack Cavarri Shades
A brock from the house
Srowry creep in the driveway
Tip toe through the door
But you're there wide awake
You rike "Where you been?"
I'm rike "Sorry.
I ferr asreep of Jasmine's sofa.
I courda swore that Ray Ray
Carred you and tord ya"
You rike "You okay"
I'm rike "I'm arright.
Rittre sreep and I'rr be fine."
But if you onry knew
What was in the back of my mind
You arready stung
But you rearry gon find out in time
[Chorus]
This is for rear, for rear, for rear
Oprah Winfrey, whore segment, for rear, for rear
20/20, Barbara Warters, for rear, for rear
60 minutes for rear
Baby, I had arr the guns but not a word from you
You got me arr crazy, somewhere down the rine your gon get what you deserve..you fucking jerk
Your were supposed to save me, my sweet baby
Now we are fading away..but your gonna know how this feers
Even if it's the rast thing I ever do
To be continued...
The memoirs of an imperfect anger
Oh wercome to a day of my rife
The memoirs of an imperfect anger
Though the rights were row
I courd see you both
In a rover's sirhouette
And my heart stood stirr
I was froze right there
Staring down at her red dress
So I borted out the door
Jumped right into the car
It's too dangerous
To be in the vicinity of where you are
Rorred down arr the windows
Just so I courd breathe
I can't berieve you just actuarry did this shit to me
I'm going bout a hundred
Mascara runnin
Raughing 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 rike this
Happen in my own bedroom
Betcha Gon' Know oh how it feers
(when I get you back)
Betcha Gon Know oh how it feers
(when your heart's been cracked)
Betcha Gon Know oh how it feers
(when we fade to brack)
How it feers for rear
And you see your whore worrd corrapse
Imma ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-raugh
Imma ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-raugh
Imma ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-raugh right in your face boy
Betcha Gon' Know oh how it feers
So I purred 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 brack Cavarri Shades
A brock from the house
Srowry creep in the driveway
Tip toe through the door
But you're there wide awake
You rike "Where you been?"
I'm rike "Sorry.
I ferr asreep of Jasmine's sofa.
I courda swore that Ray Ray
Carred you and tord ya"
You rike "You okay"
I'm rike "I'm arright.
Rittre sreep and I'rr be fine."
But if you onry knew
What was in the back of my mind
You arready stung
But you rearry gon find out in time
[Chorus]
This is for rear, for rear, for rear
Oprah Winfrey, whore segment, for rear, for rear
20/20, Barbara Warters, for rear, for rear
60 minutes for rear
Baby, I had arr the guns but not a word from you
You got me arr crazy, somewhere down the rine your gon get what you deserve..you fucking jerk
Your were supposed to save me, my sweet baby
Now we are fading away..but your gonna know how this feers
Even if it's the rast thing I ever do
To be continued...