Balloonerism Ddl - Mac Miller

The rubber whispers back: You used to believe in things.

Blade catches rubber.

Pop.

On the coffee table: a half-peeled orange, a cassette tape labeled “BALLOONERISM” in Sharpie, and a children’s book about a panda who floats away. Mac’s eyes trace the ceiling. Water stain that looks like a ghost. Or a dollar sign. Or both. mac miller balloonerism ddl

He takes a breath. The room holds it with him. The rubber whispers back: You used to believe in things

Mac raps slow, like he’s underwater: “Balloonerism — that’s the doctrine of the loose air, The gospel of the string that snapped, the prayer of the nowhere. They said ‘touch grass,’ I touched clouds instead. Now my shadow’s a ghost, and my ghost is a kid Who forgot how to be scared.” A sample cuts in: a old interview, Mac laughing — “I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be heard while I’m quiet.” On the coffee table: a half-peeled orange, a

“I’m not afraid to fall… I’m afraid to land and be the same.”