Intro:
Baby, when you left mi, my life was instantly transformed into hell
And I used to ache so bad oh God I never though t this 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!
Verse 1:
Well mi a put on a sad face, so di judge give mi di yard
Run up ex amount of biulls pony uh platinum card
Throw a tantrum, wid mi nose a run inna court
So mi get a now to live nice off a child support
Some friend dem love yuh, as yuh peep we drinkin HQ
And it could a fit inna di benz and give thanks fi di H2
Mi know why yuh leff mi and fi awhile mi did a bawl
But I tell dem mi leff yuh cau yuh buddy too small now
Chorus:
After you, here’s what I’m gonna do, ride around on your twenty two’s, and still live after you
(Whoa oh oh oh oh oh)
After you, and now mi ready fi enjoy mi life
Nah haffi worry everyting so nice, baby after you
Verse 2:
Yuh neva know what a wife or a lover meant
So mi waan half a everyting like di government
Now yuh can tell yuh friends yuh really have a b****y wife
When mi stick yuh up andclean yuh out like Lionel Ritchie wife
Mi a tek di house, di car, di children
Yuh screwdrivers, even yuh power drill dem
All weh mi nuh need mi still a go tek
As mi did need yuh but dat neva stop yuh frim yuh live, now
Chorus:
After you, here’s what I’m gonna do, ride around on your twenty two’s, and still live after you
(Whoa oh oh oh oh!
After you, and now mi ready fi enjoy mi life
Nah haffi worry everyting so nice, baby after you
(Whoa oh oh whoa!)
Verse 3:
Congradulations mi hear yuh new girl’s banged up
By di time bi baby born mi a mek sure yuh banked up
If mi know divorce court a be so sweet
I would a beg di good lord long time fi mek yuh cheap
Course people haffi sell drugs dem live fi this
All mi do a seh a yuh and tun yuh wife fi this
And yuh have a nerve fi laugh from mi fling back di ring
Well alright, when mi a dun wid yuh yuh a go fi a mi ting cause…
Outro: *Tanya Talking
After you…………
*Yuh see weh yuh a cause, yuh know seh mi nuh stay so
But weh yuh expect mi fi do, all a this a yuh fault, cau yuh leff mi nuh choice
A woman my age wid four kids which man a go pick mi up?!
I don’t have a certificate I do wid my marketable skills
And when mi tell yuh so mi waan work pon a career yuh seem now too rahtid
Yuh wife nah fi work and boops yuh breed mi again
Thirty six months mi spend a carry yuh pickney inna my gut
Dat a thirty six month outta my life when mi could a lock and zip it up too
Heh heh, yuh lucky…….. |
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