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