Woah welcome to a day of my life
Day of my life
Memoirs of an imperfect angel
Woah, welcome welcome welcome
To a day of my life
The memoirs of an imperfect angel
Alright
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 sh* t 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
When your heart's been cracked
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When we fade to black (how it feels for real)
Eh 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 takin' some shots
The time musta slipped away
Because all I know I awoke, 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've put something in my drink uh
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
Got the fuck up outta there
Baby I know know how it looks
See I know how it looks
Baby I know know how it looks
But baby it ain't like that no
Baby I know know how it looks
Eh eh eh
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 (oh no)
Baby, I had all my trust in you
And look at what you put me through
(You got me all crazy)
(But this is not my fault no, no baby)
Somewhere down the line
You're gon' get what you deserve
You fuukin' jerk
You were supposed to save me
(But I love you)
My sweet baby
(I don't love her, no)
But now we're fading away
(Don't fade, don't fade no)
But you're gon' know how this feels
Even then it's the last thing I ever do
To be continued
Day of my life
Memoirs of an imperfect angel
Woah, welcome welcome welcome
To a day of my life
The memoirs of an imperfect angel
Alright
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 sh* t 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
When your heart's been cracked
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When we fade to black (how it feels for real)
Eh 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 takin' some shots
The time musta slipped away
Because all I know I awoke, 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've put something in my drink uh
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
Got the fuck up outta there
Baby I know know how it looks
See I know how it looks
Baby I know know how it looks
But baby it ain't like that no
Baby I know know how it looks
Eh eh eh
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 (oh no)
Baby, I had all my trust in you
And look at what you put me through
(You got me all crazy)
(But this is not my fault no, no baby)
Somewhere down the line
You're gon' get what you deserve
You fuukin' jerk
You were supposed to save me
(But I love you)
My sweet baby
(I don't love her, no)
But now we're fading away
(Don't fade, don't fade no)
But you're gon' know how this feels
Even then it's the last thing I ever do
To be continued