Beach Chair
(Interpretado por Chris Martin & Jay-Z )
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 im hearing right
Karma‘s got me feearing life
Colleek are you praying for me
I got deamons in my past
So i got daughters on the way
If the prophecy‘s correct
Then the child should have to pay
For the since of a father
So i barter my tommorows
Against my yesterdays
In hopes that she‘ll be OK
And when im no longere here
The shade of face from the flare
I‘ll give her my share of Carol‘s Daughter
and a shiny new beach chair.