I built this castle, now we are on the throne I'm sorry, alone I wrote my You'll turn the page I'm gone I hope sing along 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 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 me, but as long as you're healthy That's all that matters for the time But obviously, assuming you will be, just ahead I'ma it if it kills me Let's see how far I can take it with this I'm getting sick of chasing this for sloppy writing The pen in my hand's shaking, excuse me a little nervous, but at the same time excited If I use this energy while I'm saying rhymes and write 'em the same passion and the same exact enthusiasm As I'm using in this letter 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 Welcome to mom and crazy world Love,
Maple flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and
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 you'll sing is your song I just you to know that I ain't scared Whatever it takes to raise you, I'm
To do whatever, to do 1st, 1996, dear Hailie
You got momma's personality, same eyes as I got Her smile, but your 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, open mics, all-nighters and 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 the slightest clue what I'm gonna do if it falls through You took your first today, you'll probably walk soon My Infinite CD flopped, too many tunes They're bad about dad, it's ticking me off too Makes me like I don't belong or something, ooh
I think I might have stumbled onto something new Got a prediction for the future, I'm hoping you Open this envelope you're older and it holds true
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the I'm sorry, we're I wrote my You'll turn the when I'm gone I hope you'll along This is your
I just you to know that I ain't scared it takes to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do 24th, 2007, dear Hailie
Now if you these letters, I guess I better try to explain A lot's happened in between 'em, since I rised to fame I've said your name but always tried to hide your This is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you but damn I never knew it'd be this If I did I wouldn't done it You asked for none of this shit Now you're punished? Things that should've been private me and your mother is public I stomach, they 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 with it, I'm hanging it up, it Excuse the cursing, baby, but just That I'm a person, though they portray 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 don't