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. 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. The shade of face from the glare. I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter. & a new beach chair. Verse Two. 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 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. Your corazon 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 reach here. So till she's here. And she declared. The air. 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 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