Testi Beach Chair - Jay-Z, Chris Martin

Beach Chair

Life is but a dream to me\nI don’t wanna wake up\nwithout having my cake up\nSo I’m 'bout my paper,\n24/7, 365,366 in a leap year\nI don’t know why we here\nSince we gotta be here\nLife is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair, chair)\nWent from having shabby clothes\nCrossing over Abbey Roads\nHear my angel singing to me (Are you happy HOV?)\nI just hope I’m hearing right\nKarma’s got me fearing life\nColleek are you praying for me? (for me)\nSee I got demons in my past\nSo I got daughters on the way\nIf the prophecy’s correct\nThen the child should have to pay\nFor the sins of her father\nSo I barter my tommorows\nAgainst my yesterdays\nIn hopes that she’ll be OK\nAnd when I’m no longer here\nThe shade of face from the glare\nI’ll give her my share of Carol’s Daughter\nAnd a new beach chair\n(I can hear my angel sing)\nLife is just a dream and you really don’t wanna wake up, wake up\n(I can hear my angel sing)\nLife is just a dream and you really don’t wanna lose\n(I can hear my angel sing)\nLife is just a dream and you really dont' wanna wake up, wake up\n(I can hear my angel sing)\nLife is just a dream and you really don’t wanna lose\nLife is but a dream to me\nGun shots sing to these\nOther guys but lullabys\nDon’t mean a thing to me\nI’m not afraid of dyin'\nI’m afraid of not tryin'\nEveryday hit every wave\nLike im Hawaiian\nI don’t surf the net\nNo I never been on MySpace\nToo busy letting my voice vibrate\nCarving out my space\nIn this world of fly girls\nCutthroats &diamond-cut ropes I twirls\nBenzs round corners\nWhere the sun don’t shine\nI let the wheels give a glimpse\nOf hope of one’s grind\nSon said HOV, how you get so fly?\nI said from not being afraid to fall out the sky\nMy physical’s a shell\nSo when I say farewell\nMy soul will find a even\nHigher plane to dwell\nSo fly you shall\nSo have no fear, just know that\nLife is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)\nLife is but a dream\nLife is but a dream Can’t mimic my life\nI’m the thinnest cut slice\nIntercut, the winner’s cup\nWith winters rough enough\nTo interrupt life\nThat’s why I’m both\nsaint &sinner (nice)\nThis is Jay everyday\nNo compromise\nNo compass comes with this life\nJust eyes\nSo to map it out\nYou must look inside\nSure books can guide you\nBut your heart defines you\nChica\nYour corazon is what brought us home\nIn great shape like Heidi Klum\nMaricon, I am on\nPermanent Vaca\nLife is but a beach chair\nThis song is like a Hallmark card\nUntil you reach here\nSo till she’s here\nAnd she declaired\nThe heir\nI will be prepared\nA blueprint for you to print\nA map for you to back\nA guide for your eyes\nAnd so you won’t lose scent\nI’ll make a stink for you to think\nI ink these verses full of prose\nSo you won’t get connect out of 2 cent\nMy last will and testament I leave my heir\nMy share of Roc-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair