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 sing along is your song I just you to know that I ain't scared Whatever it to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do December 1st, 1995, dear This is your
You'll be coming out of mommy's 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, thinking ahead I'ma make it if it 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 hand's shaking, excuse me Dad's a little nervous, but at the same time If I use this same energy while I'm saying rhymes and 'em With the same and the same exact enthusiasm As I'm in this letter maybe they 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 to mom and dad's crazy world Love,
Maple flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and
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 sing is your 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 momma's personality, same as I got Her smile, but your ears are the same size as mine are Sorry for that, a little mishap But you'll 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 seem like I'm so close to this dream, yet so I just steering I'm turn into someone I the slightest clue what I'm gonna do if it falls through You your first steps today, you'll probably walk soon My CD flopped, too many soft tunes They're bad about dad, it's ticking me off too Makes me feel I don't belong or something, ooh
I think I might have stumbled onto something new Got a for the future, I'm hoping it's you this envelope when you're older and it holds true
I this castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, we're I wrote my You'll turn the page I'm gone I you'll sing along This is your
I just want you to know that I 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 better try to A lot's happened in between 'em, I rised to this fame I've said name but always tried to hide your face This game is crazy, I wanted to my love for you but damn I never it'd be like this If I did I wouldn't done it You ain't for none of this shit Now you're punished? Things that should've been with 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 done it percent finished Fed up it, I'm hanging it up, fuck it Excuse the cursing, baby, but just That I'm a good person, though they me as cold And, if should worsen, take letter I wrote as a goodbye note Because your dad's at the end of his I'm sliding down a slippery Anyways sweetie, I better go, I'm sleepy dad Shit, I know