I this castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, alone I wrote my You'll turn the when I'm gone 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, 1995, Hailie This is song
You'll be coming out of stomach soon I better do something quick if I'ma be able to you I can barely support me, but as long as healthy all that matters for the time being 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 shaking, please excuse me Dad's a nervous, but at the same time excited If I use this same energy I'm saying rhymes and write 'em the same passion and the same exact enthusiasm As I'm using in 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 Welcome to mom and crazy world Love,
Maple flavored kisses, pancakes, and syrup
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 you'll sing along This is your I just want you to know that I scared it takes to raise you, I'm prepared
To do whatever, to do 1st, 1996, dear Hailie
You got momma's personality, same eyes as I got Her beautiful smile, but your are the same size as mine are Sorry for that, a little mishap But you'll grow into 'em I'm on the now I'm doing little shows, mics, all-nighters and studios While I'm tryna the lights on Why does it seem like I'm so to this dream, yet so far? I just steering I'm gonna into someone I haven't the slightest what I'm gonna do if it falls through You took your first steps today, you'll probably walk My Infinite CD flopped, too many tunes They're talking bad about dad, it's me off too Makes me feel I don't belong or something, ooh
I think I might have just onto something new Got a prediction for the future, I'm it's you Open this envelope when you're older and it holds
I built castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, alone I wrote my You'll the page when I'm gone I hope you'll along This is song
I just want you to that I ain't scared it takes to raise 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 your name but always tried to hide your face This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you but I never knew it'd be like If I did I wouldn't have it You ain't asked for none of shit Now you're punished? Things that should've been with me and your mother is public I can't stomach, they can this fame back, I don't want it I'll put out this last album then I'm done it One-hundred percent Fed up it, I'm hanging it up, fuck it Excuse the cursing, baby, but know That I'm a good person, though portray me as cold And, if things worsen, this letter I wrote as a goodbye note Because your at the end of his rope I'm sliding down a slippery sweetie, I better go, I'm getting sleepy dad Shit, I know