Beach Chair

[Verse One]

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 I'm hearing right

Karma's got me fearing life

Colleek are you praying for me

See I got demons in my past

So I got daughters on the way

If the prophecy's correct

Then the child should have to pay

For the sins of a father

So I barter my tomorrows

Against my yesterdays

In hopes that she'll be OK

And when I'm no longer here

To shade her face from the glare

I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter

and a new beach chair

[Verse Two]

Life is but a dream to me

Gun shots sing to these

Other guys but lullabies

Don't mean a thing to me

I'm not afraid of dying

I'm afraid of not trying

Everyday hit every wave

Like I'm 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 a 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

[Verse Three]

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 guide 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 declared

The aire

I will prepare

A blueprint for you to print

A map for you to get 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 conned out of 2 cent

My last will and testament I leave my heir

My share of Roc-AFella Records and a new beach chair