I built this castle, now we are on the throne I'm sorry, we're I my chapter turn the page when I'm gone I hope you'll sing This is song I just want you to know that I ain't it takes to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do December 1st, 1995, Hailie This is song
You'll be out of mommy's stomach soon I better do quick if I'ma be able to support 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, thinking ahead make it if it kills me Let's see how far I can take it this music I'm getting sick of chasing illusion Sorry for sloppy The pen in my hand's shaking, please me Dad's a nervous, but at the same time excited If I use this same energy while I'm saying rhymes and '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 build these out of sand, baby girl For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, girl Welcome to mom and dad's crazy Love,
flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and syrup
I built this castle, now we are 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 song I want you to know that I ain't scared it takes to raise you, I'm prepared
To do whatever, to do 1st, 1996, dear 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 little minor But you'll grow into 'em I'm on the now I'm little shows, open mics, all-nighters and studios I'm tryna keep the lights on Why it seem like I'm so close to this dream, yet so far? I just steering I'm gonna turn someone I haven't the slightest clue what I'm gonna do if it through You your first steps today, you'll probably walk soon My Infinite CD flopped, too soft tunes 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 onto new Got a prediction for the future, I'm it's you this envelope when you're older and it holds true
I built this castle, now we are on the throne I'm sorry, alone I wrote my turn the page when I'm gone I hope sing 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 24th, 2007, dear Hailie
Now if you found letters, I guess I better try to explain A happened in between 'em, since I rised to this 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 asked for none of shit Now you're being Things that should've been private with me and mother is public I stomach, they 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 the cursing, baby, but just 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 dad's at the end of his I'm down a slippery slope Anyways sweetie, I better go, I'm sleepy dad Shit, I don't