I built castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, we're I my chapter You'll the page when I'm gone I hope you'll sing This is song I just want you to know I ain't scared Whatever it takes to raise you, I'm To do whatever, to do 1st, 1995, dear Hailie This is your
You'll be out of mommy's stomach soon I better do something if I'ma be able to support you I can support me, but as long as you're healthy That's all that matters for the being But obviously, assuming you be, just thinking ahead I'ma make it if it me Let's see how far I can take it with this I'm getting sick of this illusion for sloppy writing The pen in my shaking, please excuse me Dad's a little nervous, but at the same excited If I use this same energy while I'm rhymes and write 'em With the same passion and the same exact As I'm in this letter maybe they can feel me as I'm Trying to build these castles out of sand, girl For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, baby to mom and dad's crazy world Love,
Maple flavored kisses, pancakes, and syrup
I built this castle, now we are on the throne I'm sorry, alone I wrote my You'll the page when I'm gone I hope you'll sing This is song I just want you to know that I ain't Whatever it to raise you, I'm prepared
To do whatever, to do 1st, 1996, dear Hailie
You got your momma's personality, eyes as I got Her beautiful smile, but ears are the same size as mine are for that, a little minor mishap But you'll into 'em baby I'm on the now I'm doing little shows, mics, all-nighters and studios While I'm tryna the lights on Why does it seem like I'm so to this dream, yet so far? I just keep I'm turn into someone I haven't the slightest clue what I'm do if it falls through You took your first today, you'll probably walk soon My Infinite CD flopped, too soft tunes They're talking bad about dad, ticking me off too Makes me feel like I don't or something, ooh
I think I might have just stumbled something new Got a prediction for the future, I'm it's you Open this envelope you're older and it holds true
I built castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, we're I wrote my You'll the page when I'm gone I hope sing along is your song
I just want you to know that I scared Whatever it to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do December 24th, 2007, Hailie
Now if you found letters, I guess I better try to explain A lot's happened in 'em, since I rised to this fame I've said your name but tried to hide your face This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my for you but damn I never it'd be like this If I did I wouldn't have it You ain't asked for none of shit Now you're punished? Things that should've private with me and your mother is public I can't stomach, they can this fame back, I don't want it I'll put out last album then I'm done with it One-hundred percent Fed up with it, I'm it up, fuck it Excuse the cursing, baby, but know That I'm a good person, though they portray me as And, if things worsen, take this letter I wrote as a note Because your dad's at the end of his I'm sliding down a slope sweetie, I better go, I'm getting sleepy dad Shit, I know