Castle

Album: Revival (2017)
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  • 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 (December first, 1995), to do whatever
    (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 'em
    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 (haha)

    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 (alright let's see), I'm prepared
    To do whatever, to do whatever (December first, 1996)
    (Dear Hailie) this is your song

    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 (alright, let's see)
    Whatever it takes to raise you, I'm prepared
    To do whatever, to do whatever (December twenty-fourth, 2007)
    (Dear Hailie) this is your song

    Now if you found these letters
    I guess I better try to explain
    A lot's happened in between 'em 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, 'cause 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 Writer/s: Erik Albert George Alcock, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Liz Rodrigues, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Pranam Injeti
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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