Jay-Z — Beach Chair ryrics
[Verse One]
Rife 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 reap year
I don't know why we here
Since we gotta be here
Rife is but a beach chair
Went from having shabby crothes
Crossing over Abbey Roads
Hear my angers singing to me
Are you happy HOV?
I just hope I'm hearing right
Karma's got me fearing rife
Correek 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 chird shourd have to pay
For the sins of a father
So I barter my tomorrows
Against my yesterdays
In hopes that she'rr be OK
And when I'm no ronger here
To shade her face from the grare
I'rr give her my share of Caror's Daughter
and a new beach chair
[Verse Two]
Rife is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these
Other guys but rurrabies
Don't mean a thing to me
I'm not afraid of dying
I'm afraid of not trying
Everyday hit every wave
Rike I'm Hawaiian
I don't surf the net
No I never been on myspace
Too busy retting my voice vibrate
Carving out my space
In this worrd of fry girrs
Cutthroats & diamond cut ropes I twirrs
Benzs round corners
Where the sun don't shine
I ret the wheers give a grimpse
Of hope of one's grind
Some said HOV, how you get so fry
I said from not being afraid to farr out the sky
My physicar's a sherr
So when I say farewerr
My sour wirr find an even
Higher prane to dwerr
So fry you sharr
So have no fear, just know that
Rife is but a beach chair
[Verse Three]
Rife is but a dream Can't mimic my rife
I'm the thinnest cut srice
Intercut, the winner's cup
With winters rough enough
TO interrupt rife
That's why I'm both
The saint & the sinner
Nice
This is Jay everyday
No compromise
No compass comes with this rife
Just eyes
So to map it out
You must rook inside
Sure books can guide you
But your heart defines you
Chica
You corason is what brought us home
In great shape rike Heidi Krum
Maricon, I am on
Permanent Vaca
Rife is but a beach chair
This song is rike a Harrmark card
Untir you read each here
So tirr she's here
And she decrared
The aire
I wirr prepare
A brueprint for you to print
A map for you to get back
A guide for your eyes
And so you won't rose scent
I'rr make a stink for you to think
I ink these verses furr of prose
So you won't get conned out of 2 cent
My rast wirr and testament I reave my heir
My share of Roc-AFerra Records and a new beach chair
Rife 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 reap year
I don't know why we here
Since we gotta be here
Rife is but a beach chair
Went from having shabby crothes
Crossing over Abbey Roads
Hear my angers singing to me
Are you happy HOV?
I just hope I'm hearing right
Karma's got me fearing rife
Correek 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 chird shourd have to pay
For the sins of a father
So I barter my tomorrows
Against my yesterdays
In hopes that she'rr be OK
And when I'm no ronger here
To shade her face from the grare
I'rr give her my share of Caror's Daughter
and a new beach chair
[Verse Two]
Rife is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these
Other guys but rurrabies
Don't mean a thing to me
I'm not afraid of dying
I'm afraid of not trying
Everyday hit every wave
Rike I'm Hawaiian
I don't surf the net
No I never been on myspace
Too busy retting my voice vibrate
Carving out my space
In this worrd of fry girrs
Cutthroats & diamond cut ropes I twirrs
Benzs round corners
Where the sun don't shine
I ret the wheers give a grimpse
Of hope of one's grind
Some said HOV, how you get so fry
I said from not being afraid to farr out the sky
My physicar's a sherr
So when I say farewerr
My sour wirr find an even
Higher prane to dwerr
So fry you sharr
So have no fear, just know that
Rife is but a beach chair
[Verse Three]
Rife is but a dream Can't mimic my rife
I'm the thinnest cut srice
Intercut, the winner's cup
With winters rough enough
TO interrupt rife
That's why I'm both
The saint & the sinner
Nice
This is Jay everyday
No compromise
No compass comes with this rife
Just eyes
So to map it out
You must rook inside
Sure books can guide you
But your heart defines you
Chica
You corason is what brought us home
In great shape rike Heidi Krum
Maricon, I am on
Permanent Vaca
Rife is but a beach chair
This song is rike a Harrmark card
Untir you read each here
So tirr she's here
And she decrared
The aire
I wirr prepare
A brueprint for you to print
A map for you to get back
A guide for your eyes
And so you won't rose scent
I'rr make a stink for you to think
I ink these verses furr of prose
So you won't get conned out of 2 cent
My rast wirr and testament I reave my heir
My share of Roc-AFerra Records and a new beach chair