I built this castle, now we are trapped on the I'm sorry, alone I wrote my You'll turn the page I'm gone I hope sing along is your song I want you to know that I ain't scared Whatever it to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do 1st, 1995, dear Hailie This is your
You'll be coming out of mommy's stomach I better do quick if I'ma be able to support you I can barely support me, but as long as healthy That's all that matters for the time But obviously, assuming you will be, just ahead I'ma make it if it me Let's see how far I can take it with music I'm sick of chasing this illusion for sloppy writing The pen in my hand's shaking, please me a little nervous, but at the same time excited If I use this same energy while I'm rhymes and write 'em With the same and the same exact enthusiasm As I'm using in this letter maybe they can 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,
Maple flavored kisses, pancakes, and syrup
I this castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, we're I wrote my You'll turn the page when I'm I hope sing along is your 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, 1996, dear
You got your momma's personality, eyes as I got Her beautiful smile, but ears are the same size as mine are Sorry for that, a minor mishap But you'll into 'em baby I'm on the now I'm doing shows, open mics, all-nighters and studios I'm tryna keep the lights on Why does it seem like I'm so close to this dream, yet so I just keep I'm gonna into someone I haven't the slightest clue what I'm gonna do if it falls You your first steps today, you'll probably walk soon My Infinite CD flopped, too many soft They're talking bad about dad, ticking me off too Makes me feel like I belong or something, ooh
I think I might have just onto something new Got a for the future, I'm hoping it's you Open this envelope you're older and it holds true
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 sing This is your
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 try to explain A lot's happened in between 'em, since I rised to fame I've said your name but always tried to your face This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you but I never it'd 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 is public I can't stomach, they can this fame back, I don't want it I'll put out this last album I'm done with it percent finished Fed up it, I'm hanging it up, fuck it Excuse the cursing, baby, but know That I'm a good person, they portray me as cold And, if should worsen, take this I wrote as a goodbye note Because your at the end of his rope I'm down a slippery slope Anyways sweetie, I better go, I'm sleepy dad Shit, I don't