Beach Chair

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 Road

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 okay

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

I hear my angels sing

Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing)

Life is but a dream and you really don't wanna leave (I hear my angels sing)

Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing)

Life is but a dream and you really don't wanna leave

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 and diamond cut ropes I twirls

Benzes 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

I hear my angels sing

Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing)

Life is but a dream and you really don't wanna leave (I hear my angels sing)

Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing)

Life is but a dream and you really don't wanna leave

Life is but a dream can't mimic my life

I'm the thinnest cut slice

In the cut, the winner's cup

With winters rough enough to interrupt life

That's why I'm both saint and 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, corazón, is what brought us home

In great shape like Heidi Klum, Maricón, I am on

Permanent vacay, life is but a beach chair

This song is like a Hallmark card until you reach here

So 'til she's here, and she's declared

The heir, 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 s full of prose

So you won't get conned out of two cent

My last will and testament I leave my heir

My share of Roc-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair