Lyrics After You - Tanya Stephens

After You

Baby, when you left me
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 tsed 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 di judge ge me di yard
Run up X amount a bills pon yuh Platinum Card
Throw a tantrum
Wid me nose a run inna court
So me get to know how to live nice off a child support
Me friend dem love you
Cos you keep we drinkin Hq
And me coulda fit inna di Benz
But give thanks fi de H2
Me know a you leff me an fi a while me did a bawl
But me tell dem me leff you
Cas yuh buddy too small, now
After you, here's what am gonna do
Ride around on your twenty twos, And still live affa you
(Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)
After you, a now me ready fi enjoy me life
Nuh haffu work, n everyting still nice
Baby after you
Yuh neva knew what a wife an a lover meant
So me want half a everyting like de government
Now you can tell yuh friends yuh really have a bitchy wife
When me stick you up an clean you out like Lionel Ritchie Wife
Me a tek de house, de car, de children, yuh screwdrivers, even yuh power drill
dem
All weh me nuh need me still a go tek
Cos me did need you but dat neva stop yuh from live, now
After you, here's what am gonna do
Ride around on your twenty twos, And still live affa you
(Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)
After you, a now me ready fi enjoy me life
Nuh haffu work, n everyting still nice
Baby after you
Congratulations me hear yuh new girl’s banged up
By di time di baby born me a mek sure yuh bankrupt
If me know divorce woulda be so sweet
I woulda beg di good Lord long time fi mek yuh cheat
Most people haffi sell drugs dem whole life fi this
All me do a say i do an tun yuh wife fi this
And yuh have the nerve fi a laugh when me fling back di ring
Well alright, when me done wid you
Yuh haffu go beg me a ting, cause
Outro: *Tanya talking
After you
But wah you expect me fi do
All a this a fi yuh fault
Cah yuh nuh leff, me no choice
A woman my age wid four kids
Which man a go pick me up?!
I dont have a certificate I dnt even hav a marketable skill
And when me tell you say me wah work pon a career
Yuh say not a rahtid
Yuh wife nah fi work
And boops yuh breed me again
Thirty-six months me spend a carry yuh pickney dem inna my gut
Dat a thirty-six month outta my life way me couldn’t look dung n see me toe
Heh Heh, Yuh Lucky
The rest a ma life u say…