Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap year I don't know why we here Since we gotta be here Life is but a beach chair Went from having shabby clothes Crossing over Abbey Roads Hear my angels singing to me Are you happy HOV? I just hope im hearing right Karma's got me feearing life Colleek are you praying for me I got deamons in my past So i got daughters on the way If the prophecy's correct Then the child should have to pay For the since of a father So i barter my tommorows Against my yesterdays In hopes that she'll be OK And when im no longere here The shade of face from the flare I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter and a shiny new beach chair Life is but a dream to me Gun shots sing to these Other guys but lullabys Don't mean a ting to me I'm not afraid of dyng I'm afraid of not trying Everyday hit every wave Like im Hawaiian I don't surf the net No i never been on myspace Too busy letting my voice vibrate Carving out my space In this world of fly girls Cutthroats & diamond cut ropes I twirls Benzs round corners Where the sun don't shine I let the wheels give a glimpse Of hope of one's grind Some said HOV, how you get so fly I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky My physical's shell So when i say farewell My soul will find an even Higher plane to dwell So fly you shall So have no fear, just know that Life is but a beach chair Life is but a dream Can't mimic my life I'm the thinnest cut slice Intercut, the winner's cup With winters rough enough TO interrupt life That's why I'm both The saint & the sinner Nice This is Jay everyday No compromise No compass comes with this life Just eyes So to map it out You must look inside Sure books can guid you But your heart defines you Chica You corason is what brought us home In great shape like Heidi Klum Maricon, I am on Permanent Vaca Life is but a beach chair This song is like a Hallmark card Until you read each here So till she's here And she declaired The aire I will be prepared A blueprint for you to print A map so you can back A guide for your eyes And so you won't lose scent I'll make a stink for you to think I ink these verses full of prose So you won't get connect out of 2 cent My last wil and testament I leave my heir My share of Roc-AFella Records and a shiny new beach chair
https://primoaccordo.net/jay-z/beach-chair.htm