Beach Chair featuring Chris Martin

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 I got demons in my past So I got daughters on the way If the prorhecy'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 The shade of face from the glare I'll give her my share of Caro'l Daughter & a new beach chair Life is but a dream to me Gun shots sing to these Other guys but lullabys 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, hoe 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 Sofly 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 sillen Intercut, the winners cup With winters rough enough To interrupt life That's why I'm both The saint & the sinner Nice This is Jay every day 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 Your corason is what brought us home In great shape like heidi klumMaricon, I am on Parmanent vaca Life is but a beach chair This song is like a Hallmark card Untill you reach here So till she' here And she declared The air I will be prepared A blueprint for you A map so you can back A guide for your eyes And so you won't lose scent I'll make a stick 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-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair…