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.”
The tape hisses. Then:
Side B is blank. Or maybe it’s titled “Everything After.”
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.”
The tape hisses. Then:
Side B is blank. Or maybe it’s titled “Everything After.”
