Tanya Stephens - After You
My life was instantly transformed to hell
And I used to ache so bad
Oh God, I never thought this poor heart could get well
And I used to wonder
After you, what am I gonna do, what am I gonna do,
Baby after you, whoa oh!
Well me a put on a sad face
So the judge gi' me the yard
Run up X amount a bills 'pon your Platinum Card
Throw a tantrum, with me nose a run inna court
So me get to know fi live nice off a child support
Me friend dem love you
'Cause you keep we drinkin' HQ
And me could a fit inna the Benz
But give thanks fi the H2
Me know a you lef' me an' fi a while me did a bawl
But me tell dem me lef' you
'Cause your buddy too small, now
After you, here's what I'm gonna do
Ride around on your twenty two's
And still live off a you, whoa oh, oh, oh
After you, a now me ready fi enjoy me life
No haffi work an' everything still nice
Baby, after you
You never knew what a wife an' a lover meant
So me want half a everything like the government
Now you can tell your friends you really have a bitchy wife
When me stick you up an' clean you out like Lionel Ritchie wife
Me a tek the house, the car, the children
Your screwdrivers, even your power drill dem
All weh me no need, me still a go tek
'Cause me did need you, but that never stop you from live, now
After you, here's what I'm gonna do
Ride around on your twenty two's
And still live off a you, whoa oh, oh, oh
After you, a now me ready fi enjoy me life
No haffi work an' everything still nice
Baby, after you
Congratulations, me hear your new girl's banged up
By the time the baby born me a mek sure you're bankrupt
If me know divorce would a be so sweet
I would a beg the good Lord long time fi mek you cheat
Most people haffi sell drugs dem whole life fi this
All me do a say "I do", an' tun your wife fi this
And you have the nerve fi a laugh when me fling back the ring
Well, alright, when me done with you
You haffi go beg me a thing, 'cause
After you..
You see weh you a cause, you know seh me no stay so
But wha' you expect me fi do
All a this a fi your fault
Cah you ni lef' me no choice
A woman my age with four kids
Which man a go pick me up?
I don't have a certificate, I don't even have a marketable skill
And when me tell you say me waan work 'pon a career
You say not a rahtid, your wife nah fi work
And boops you breed me again
Thirty-six months me spend a carry your pickney dem inna my gut
That a thirty-six month out a my life
Way me couldn't look dung an' see me toe
Heh heh, you're lucky
The rest a ma life you say, you know wha'..
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