Castle Lyrics – Eminem
“Castle” is a song dedicated to Em’s daughter Hailie. It tells the story of his thoughts on how he was going to raise his daughter from before she was born and during her childhood years. The third verse includes Em’s thoughts on how Hailie will be affected by growing up in the spotlight, and how he uncritically exposed her and their troubled family life to the world from a young age.| Song Name : | Castle |
| Album / Movie : | Revival |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the throneI’m sorry, we’re aloneI wrote my chapterYou’ll turn the page when I’m goneI hope you’ll sing alongThis is your songI just want you to know that I ain’t scaredWhatever it takes to raise you, I’m preparedTo do whatever, to do whateverDecember 1st, 1995, dear HailieThis is your song
You’ll be coming out of mommy’s stomach soonI better do something quick if I’ma be able to support youI can barely support me, but as long as you’re healthyThat’s all that matters for the time beingBut obviously, assuming you will be, just thinking aheadI’ma make it if it kills meLet’s see how far I can take it with this musicI’m getting sick of chasing this illusionSorry for sloppy writingThe pen in my hand’s shaking, please excuse meDad’s a little nervous, but at the same time excitedIf I use this same energy while I’m saying rhymes and write ’emWith the same passion and the same exact enthusiasmAs I’m using in this letter maybe they can feel me as I’mTrying to build these castles out of sand, baby girlFor you to sit on the throne, I got plans, baby girlWelcome to mom and dad’s crazy worldLove, daddy
Maple flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and syrup
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the throneI’m sorry, we’re aloneI wrote my chapterYou’ll turn the page when I’m goneI hope you’ll sing alongThis is your songI just want you to know that I ain’t scaredWhatever it takes to raise you, I’m prepared
To do whatever, to do whateverDecember 1st, 1996, dear Hailie
You got your momma’s personality, same eyes as I gotHer beautiful smile, but your ears are the same size as mine areSorry for that, a little minor mishapBut you’ll grow into ’em babyI’m on the grind nowI’m doing little shows, open mics, all-nighters and studiosWhile I’m tryna keep the lights onWhy does it seem like I’m so close to this dream, yet so far?I just keep steeringI’m gonna turn into someoneI haven’t the slightest clue what I’m gonna do if it falls throughYou took your first steps today, you’ll probably walk soonMy Infinite CD flopped, too many soft tunesThey’re talking bad about dad, it’s ticking me off tooMakes me feel like I don’t belong or something, ooh
I think I might have just stumbled onto something newGot a prediction for the future, I’m hoping it’s youOpen this envelope when you’re older and it holds true
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the throneI’m sorry, we’re aloneI wrote my chapterYou’ll turn the page when I’m goneI hope you’ll sing alongThis is your song
I just want you to know that I ain’t scaredWhatever it takes to raise you, I’m preparedTo do whatever, to do whateverDecember 24th, 2007, dear Hailie
Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to explainA lot’s happened in between ’em, since I rised to this fameI’ve said your name but always tried to hide your faceThis game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you but damnI never knew it’d be like thisIf I did I wouldn’t have done itYou ain’t asked for none of this shitNow you’re being punished?Things that should’ve been private with me and your mother is publicI can’t stomach, they can take this fame back, I don’t want itI’ll put out this last album then I’m done with itOne-hundred percent finishedFed up with it, I’m hanging it up, fuck itExcuse the cursing, baby, but just knowThat I’m a good person, though they portray me as coldAnd, if things should worsen,Take this letter I wrote as a goodbye noteBecause your dad’s at the end of his ropeI’m sliding down a slippery slopeAnyways sweetie, I better go, I’m getting sleepyLove dadShit, I don’t know