Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Castle, artist - Eminem. Album song Revival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Castle |
I built this castle |
Now we are trapped on the throne |
I’m sorry we’re alone |
I wrote my chapter |
You’ll turn the page when I’m gone |
I hope you’ll sing along |
This is your song |
I just want you to know that I ain’t scared |
Whatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared |
To do whatever, to do whatever |
December 1st, 1995, dear Hailie |
This is your song |
You’ll be coming out of Mommy’s stomach soon |
I better do something quick if I’ma be able to support you |
I can barely support me, but as long as you’re healthy |
That’s all that matters for the time being |
But obviously assuming you will be |
Just thinking ahead, I’ma make it if it kills me |
Let’s see how far I can take it with this music |
I’m getting sick of chasing this illusion (ha!) |
Sorry for sloppy writing |
The pen in my hand is shaking, please excuse me |
Dad’s a little nervous, but at the same time excited |
If I use this same energy while I’m saying rhymes and write them |
With the same passion and the same exact enthusiasm |
As I’m using in this letter, maybe they can feel me as I’m |
Trying to build these castles out of sand, baby girl |
For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, baby girl |
Welcome to Mom and Dad’s crazy world |
Love, Daddy, maple-flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and syrup |
I built this castle |
Now we are trapped on the throne |
I’m sorry we’re alone |
I wrote my chapter |
You’ll turn the page when I’m gone |
I hope you’ll sing along |
This is your song |
I just want you to know that I ain’t scared |
Whatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared |
To do whatever, to do whatever |
December 1st, 1996, dear Hailie |
You got your momma’s personality, same eyes as I got |
Her beautiful smile, but your ears are the same size as mine are |
Sorry for that, a little minor mishap |
But you’ll grow into them, baby, I’m on the grind now |
I’m doing little shows, open mics, all-nighters at studios |
While I’m tryna keep the lights on |
Why does it seem like I’m so close to this dream, yet so far? |
I just keep steering, I’ma turn into someone |
I haven’t the slightest clue what I’ma do if it falls through |
You took your first steps today, you’ll probably walk soon |
My Infinite CD flopped, too many soft tunes |
They’re talking bad about Dad, it’s ticking me off too |
Makes me feel like I don’t belong or something, ooh |
I think I might have just stumbled onto something new |
Got a prediction for the future, I’m hoping that you |
Open this envelope when you’re older and it holds true |
I built this castle |
Now we are trapped on the throne |
I’m sorry we’re alone |
I wrote my chapter |
You’ll turn the page when I’m gone |
I hope you’ll sing along |
This is your song |
I just want you to know that I ain’t scared |
Whatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared |
To do whatever, to do whatever |
December 24th, 2007, dear Hailie |
Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to explain |
A lot’s happened in between them since I rised to this fame |
I’ve said your name but always tried to hide your face |
This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you, but dang |
I never knew it’d be like this, if I did I wouldn’t have done it |
You ain’t asked for none of this shit, now you’re being punished?! |
Things that should’ve been private with me and your mother is public |
I can’t stomach, they can take this fame back, I don’t want it |
I’ll put out this last album then I’m done with it |
One-hundred percent finished |
Fed up with it, I’m hanging it up, fuck it |
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know |
That I’m a good person, though they portray me as cold |
And if things should worsen, don’t take this letter I wrote |
As a goodbye note, but your dad’s at the end of his rope |
I’m sliding down a slippery slope |
Anyways sweetie, I better go |
I’m getting sleepy, love, Dad… shit, I don’t know |