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