I built castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, alone I my chapter You'll turn the when I'm gone I hope you'll sing This is your I just want you to know that I ain't Whatever it to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do 1st, 1995, dear Hailie This is song
You'll be out of mommy's stomach soon I better do something quick if I'ma be able to you I can barely me, but as long as you're healthy That's all matters for the time being But obviously, assuming you will be, just thinking make it if it kills me Let's see how far I can take it with music I'm getting sick of chasing this for sloppy writing The pen in my shaking, please excuse me Dad's a little nervous, but at the time excited If I use this same while I'm saying rhymes and write 'em With the same and the same exact enthusiasm As I'm using in this letter maybe can feel me as I'm to build these castles out of sand, baby girl For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, girl Welcome to mom and crazy world Love,
Maple flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the I'm sorry, alone I wrote my You'll the page when I'm gone I you'll sing along This is your I just want you to know that I ain't Whatever it takes to raise you, I'm
To do whatever, to do December 1st, 1996, dear
You got momma's personality, same eyes as I got Her beautiful smile, but your ears are the same as mine are Sorry for that, a minor mishap But grow into 'em baby I'm on the now I'm doing shows, open mics, all-nighters and studios While I'm tryna keep the on Why does it like I'm so close to this dream, yet so far? I just keep I'm gonna turn into I haven't the slightest clue what I'm gonna do if it falls You took your first steps today, you'll probably walk My Infinite CD flopped, too many soft They're talking bad dad, it's ticking me off too me feel like I don't belong or something, ooh
I think I might have just stumbled something new Got a prediction for the future, I'm hoping you Open this when you're older and it holds true
I built this castle, now we are on the throne I'm sorry, we're I my chapter You'll turn the page I'm gone 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 24th, 2007, Hailie
Now if you found letters, I guess I better try to explain A lot's happened in between 'em, I rised to this fame I've said your name but always tried to your face This game is crazy, I wanted to my love for you but damn I knew it'd be like this If I did I wouldn't have it You ain't for none of this shit Now you're being Things that should've been private me and your mother is public I can't stomach, they can take this fame back, I don't it I'll put out this last album then I'm with it One-hundred finished Fed up it, I'm hanging it up, fuck it Excuse the cursing, baby, but know That I'm a good person, though they me as cold And, if should worsen, take letter I wrote as a goodbye note your dad's at the end of his rope I'm sliding down a slippery Anyways sweetie, I better go, I'm sleepy dad Shit, I don't