I this castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, alone I wrote my You'll turn the page when I'm I hope you'll 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 1st, 1995, dear is your song
You'll be coming out of mommy's stomach I better do something quick if be able to support you I can barely support me, but as long as you're That's all 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 take it with music I'm getting sick of chasing illusion Sorry for sloppy The pen in my shaking, please excuse me a little nervous, but at the same time excited If I use this energy while I'm saying rhymes and write 'em With the same and the same exact enthusiasm As I'm using in this 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, girl 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 the page when I'm gone I hope you'll sing This is song 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, Hailie
You got your 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 you'll grow into 'em I'm on the now I'm little shows, open mics, all-nighters and studios While I'm tryna keep the on Why does it seem like I'm so close to this dream, yet so I just keep I'm gonna turn someone I haven't the slightest clue what I'm gonna do if it through You took your first steps today, you'll probably soon My Infinite CD flopped, too soft tunes They're talking bad about dad, ticking me off too me feel like I don't belong or something, ooh
I think I might have just stumbled onto new Got a for the future, I'm hoping it's you Open this envelope when you're 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 you'll along This is your
I just you to know that I ain't scared Whatever it takes to you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do December 24th, 2007, Hailie
Now if you found these letters, I guess I try to explain A lot's happened in between 'em, I rised to this fame I've said your but always tried to hide your face This game is crazy, I wanted to my love for you but damn I never knew be like this If I did I have done it You ain't for none of this shit Now you're punished? Things that should've been private with me and your mother is I can't stomach, can take this fame back, I don't want it I'll put out this last album then I'm with it percent finished Fed up with it, I'm it up, fuck it Excuse the cursing, baby, but just I'm a good person, though they portray me as cold And, if things worsen, take this letter I wrote as a note your dad's at the end of his rope I'm sliding a slippery slope Anyways sweetie, I better go, I'm getting dad Shit, I don't