Mac Miller - Balloonerism Album Lyrics
Mac Miller - Balloonerism Lyrics
(Featuring SZA)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
DJ's Chord Organ
[ Featuring SZA ]
What he said after the Grammys
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B-flat
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I love when you smell like your car
Smell like you've been drivin' for days
You ain't even stop for gas, my nigga
Mr. Postman, is you drivin' to me?
Is you drivin' cross-country?
You've been up for three days with one nap
I know you miss the nighttime
I know you miss your lifetime
Tell me the truth about it
Tell me the truth about it
Tell us the truth about it
Cocaine is ruthless
I know the truth about-
Cocaine is ruthless
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh-oh (woah-oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Do You Have a Destination?
Alright, let's get started
Woo (yeah), you can feel it (yuh)
Can you feel it? Vibrations (yeah)
Okay, I went to sleep faded, then I woke up invisible (wow)
Cook the ingredients, but I got the kitchen full (woah)
My thoughts is cynical, actions unpredictable
Supermodel bitches hold auditions in my swimmin' pool (woo)
This feelin' is feelin' pretty invincible (I know)
Pray this life reciprocal, and I'ma come back an eagle
Thirsty for evil, the wine chilled in Hell (right here)
I gave my life to this shit, already killed myself (woo)
(No, no, no, no, no) we ain't the same, homie (no)
The world afraid to change, but it changed on me (woah)
Always been the realest, keep the same homies (uh-huh)
So all that bullshit fades slowly
It's goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin', okay), goin' (goin', ooh)
Goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin')
Will you follow? (Ooh)
Where are you goin'? (Watch it go, woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah)
Where are you goin'? (Woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah)
Where are you goin'? (Woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah)
Where the f*ck are you going? (Woah, woah)
Okay (woah-woah-woah, wow)
Goin' (goin', goin', woah-woah-woah, yeah, wow)
Okay, I went to sleep famous and I woke up invisible
Rich as f*ck and miserable
At least I did Kimmel and Arsenio, my mom got it on video
That's the shit I live for, all this other shit is trivial (one, two, go)
Wi-wi-wi-will you bear witness to a miracle?
I don't know, I'm not a kid no more, comin' for those residuals (that money)
Be asleep in a couple minutes
My bitch have a nightmare, wake up, made me some cereal (woo, woo, woo)
She knows I love my cereal (she know it)
The sun come up, look at her face, said, "Oh my God, here we go"
(Don't blow it) yeah
Am I okay? F*ck no
Just so nuts, so
Need to let the drugs go
Tryna find heaven, I get high but never come close
We still wonder why we'll never learn to love
It's because all the air is filled with gun smoke
A middle finger to the cyber gods
Fall back or I'ma f*ck around and let this virus off (get it)
In the mud, f*ck your brainwash, I'm signin' off (dead)
Can't kill a god with an upload
Yeah, goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin', ooh)
Goin' (goin'), goin' (goin', where are you goin'?), Goin' (goin'), goin' (goin')
Do you have a destination? (Ooh, wow, watch it go)
Do you have a destination?
Do you have a destination? (Wow)
Do you have a destination?
Do you have a destination? (Wow)
Do you have a destination? (Woah-woah-woah)
Do you have a destination? (Wow)
Do you have a destination? (Woah-woah-woah, wow)
Do you have a destination?
Woo (yeah), you can feel it (yuh)
Can you feel it? Vibrations (yeah)
Okay, I went to sleep faded, then I woke up invisible (wow)
Cook the ingredients, but I got the kitchen full (woah)
My thoughts is cynical, actions unpredictable
Supermodel bitches hold auditions in my swimmin' pool (woo)
This feelin' is feelin' pretty invincible (I know)
Pray this life reciprocal, and I'ma come back an eagle
Thirsty for evil, the wine chilled in Hell (right here)
I gave my life to this shit, already killed myself (woo)
(No, no, no, no, no) we ain't the same, homie (no)
The world afraid to change, but it changed on me (woah)
Always been the realest, keep the same homies (uh-huh)
So all that bullshit fades slowly
It's goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin', okay), goin' (goin', ooh)
Goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin')
Will you follow? (Ooh)
Where are you goin'? (Watch it go, woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah)
Where are you goin'? (Woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah)
Where are you goin'? (Woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah)
Where the f*ck are you going? (Woah, woah)
Okay (woah-woah-woah, wow)
Goin' (goin', goin', woah-woah-woah, yeah, wow)
Okay, I went to sleep famous and I woke up invisible
Rich as f*ck and miserable
At least I did Kimmel and Arsenio, my mom got it on video
That's the shit I live for, all this other shit is trivial (one, two, go)
Wi-wi-wi-will you bear witness to a miracle?
I don't know, I'm not a kid no more, comin' for those residuals (that money)
Be asleep in a couple minutes
My bitch have a nightmare, wake up, made me some cereal (woo, woo, woo)
She knows I love my cereal (she know it)
The sun come up, look at her face, said, "Oh my God, here we go"
(Don't blow it) yeah
Am I okay? F*ck no
Just so nuts, so
Need to let the drugs go
Tryna find heaven, I get high but never come close
We still wonder why we'll never learn to love
It's because all the air is filled with gun smoke
A middle finger to the cyber gods
Fall back or I'ma f*ck around and let this virus off (get it)
In the mud, f*ck your brainwash, I'm signin' off (dead)
Can't kill a god with an upload
Yeah, goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin'), goin' (goin', ooh)
Goin' (goin'), goin' (goin', where are you goin'?), Goin' (goin'), goin' (goin')
Do you have a destination? (Ooh, wow, watch it go)
Do you have a destination?
Do you have a destination? (Wow)
Do you have a destination?
Do you have a destination? (Wow)
Do you have a destination? (Woah-woah-woah)
Do you have a destination? (Wow)
Do you have a destination? (Woah-woah-woah, wow)
Do you have a destination?
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
5 Dollar Pony Rides
[ Featuring Thundercat ]
Said, it ain't about money
I could show you the world, girl
What can you do for me?
We can take a vacation, go somewhere in the country
Turn the radio on, hear my song sayin' (whoa, oh, oh)
My favorite song sayin' (whoa, oh, oh)
She don't know she slept through the future
Missed it, it was yesterday
So we (we) right (right) back where we started
She still tryna get away (get away)
Girl, you wastin' my time (time)
And I am wastin' your time
But that's okay (whoa, oh, oh)
I said, it's okay (whoa, oh, oh, oh)
Let me give you what you want, ooh
And maybe later, what you need, yeah
I remember, girl, you used to have fun, yeah
Now I ain't seen a smile in a while
Heard you're feelin' pretty lonely, yeah
Your daddy shoulda got you that pony
Let me give you what you want
Killin' yourself like this
Goin' crazy, keepin' all of these secrets
How is that livin'? (Livin', livin')
Every time I reminisce, I keep thinkin' it was better then
I remember when we made (made) out (out) underneath the rain clouds
Stay (stay) out (out) late, I wanna lay down
Break (break) ground (ground), then you tell me (whoa, oh, oh)
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh (whoa, oh)
We could be okay, don't know for sure (she don't, she don't, she don't know)
Just familiar numbers hammered to your door
You left home right away (right away)
'Cause your life is like night and day (night and day)
You keep goin', goin', goin' back and forth
Let me give you what you want, ooh
And maybe later, what you need, yeah
I remember, girl, you used to have fun, yeah
Now I ain't seen a smile in a while
Heard you're feelin' pretty lonely, yeah
Your daddy shoulda got you that pony
Let me give you what you want
Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I give you what you need?
Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I give you what you want?
Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I
Can I give you what you need, what you need?
What do you need, girl? Yeah
Said, can I give you what you want?
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Can I give you what you need?
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Said, can I give you what you want?
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Can I give you what you need, what you need?
What do you need, girl?
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Stephen Bruner, Ronald Bruner Jr., Jameel Bruner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Friendly Hallucinations
Can you hear the whispers of an innocent, ignorant child? (Child)
In the ocean, get to swimmin' or drown (drown)
How long has it been since you smiled? (Smiled)
Girl, I love the way your body fit inside that gown (that gown)
Her Mama was a lady bug, her Papa was an atheist
Workin' on a novel set in Cold War Romania ('Mania)
Chasin' love, idolizin' Joan of Arcadia
Pray the landscapers don't wake her up (her up)
I'm a slave to the bass line
Conversation topic got us tangled in the grape vine
Still wide awake, I'm a stranger to the daytime
Vampire, higher than a hang glider
Look around and all I see is gray skies (gray skies)
There's help inside that medicine cabinet
Came in for the answers, but she left with a habit
There's no one on the other end of that telephone ('phone)
Let's fall asleep to the metronome (the metronome), yeah
She's fallin' for her hallucinations (hallucinations)
But what's love without imagination? Yeah
Baby, don't let them tell you what's real and what's not (and what's not)
There's a paradise waiting on the other side of the dock, woah
It's only real if it's real to you (does it feel?)
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you (said, what's it feel like? Yeah)
Tell me, is it real if you can't hold it in your arms, but it can touch you?
Feel its texture pressin' up against your chest, you say, "I love you" (you don't hear it back)
Fallin' victim to a world that's filled with satire, Mark Twain admired
Open Tom Sawyer, read a passage to the cab driver
She only in the back seat of a taxi 'cause her car is in the shop with a flat tire
Mom say she believe her, but she always been a bad liar
Had a plan to burn her past, but it backfired
Hold on and be strong, kneel before your king
The land you put your knees on, it won't be long 'til your path finds ya
And if love is just a fantasy
Then what's the problem if you fall in love with fantasy?
They assume she's confused with delusions she's creatin'
In the waitin' room for psychiatric evaluation
She doesn't have the patience to be treated like a patient
It'll be okay if she just swallow this pill
She's fallin' for her hallucinations
What's love without imagination? Yeah
Baby, don't let them tell you what's real and what's not
There's a paradise waiting on the other side of the dock, woah
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
Havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
I'll be havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
They don't need no explanation, there is beauty in creation, my Lord
Havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
I'll be havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
They don't need no explanation, there is beauty in creation, my Lord
My Lord
She's fallin' for her hallucinations
What's love without imagination? Yeah
Baby, don't let them tell you what's real and what's not
There's a paradise waiting on the other side of the dock, woah
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
In the ocean, get to swimmin' or drown (drown)
How long has it been since you smiled? (Smiled)
Girl, I love the way your body fit inside that gown (that gown)
Her Mama was a lady bug, her Papa was an atheist
Workin' on a novel set in Cold War Romania ('Mania)
Chasin' love, idolizin' Joan of Arcadia
Pray the landscapers don't wake her up (her up)
I'm a slave to the bass line
Conversation topic got us tangled in the grape vine
Still wide awake, I'm a stranger to the daytime
Vampire, higher than a hang glider
Look around and all I see is gray skies (gray skies)
There's help inside that medicine cabinet
Came in for the answers, but she left with a habit
There's no one on the other end of that telephone ('phone)
Let's fall asleep to the metronome (the metronome), yeah
She's fallin' for her hallucinations (hallucinations)
But what's love without imagination? Yeah
Baby, don't let them tell you what's real and what's not (and what's not)
There's a paradise waiting on the other side of the dock, woah
It's only real if it's real to you (does it feel?)
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you (said, what's it feel like? Yeah)
Tell me, is it real if you can't hold it in your arms, but it can touch you?
Feel its texture pressin' up against your chest, you say, "I love you" (you don't hear it back)
Fallin' victim to a world that's filled with satire, Mark Twain admired
Open Tom Sawyer, read a passage to the cab driver
She only in the back seat of a taxi 'cause her car is in the shop with a flat tire
Mom say she believe her, but she always been a bad liar
Had a plan to burn her past, but it backfired
Hold on and be strong, kneel before your king
The land you put your knees on, it won't be long 'til your path finds ya
And if love is just a fantasy
Then what's the problem if you fall in love with fantasy?
They assume she's confused with delusions she's creatin'
In the waitin' room for psychiatric evaluation
She doesn't have the patience to be treated like a patient
It'll be okay if she just swallow this pill
She's fallin' for her hallucinations
What's love without imagination? Yeah
Baby, don't let them tell you what's real and what's not
There's a paradise waiting on the other side of the dock, woah
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
Havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
I'll be havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
They don't need no explanation, there is beauty in creation, my Lord
Havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
I'll be havin' conversations with friendly hallucinations
They don't need no explanation, there is beauty in creation, my Lord
My Lord
She's fallin' for her hallucinations
What's love without imagination? Yeah
Baby, don't let them tell you what's real and what's not
There's a paradise waiting on the other side of the dock, woah
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
It's only real if it's real to you
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mrs. Deborah Downer
Yeah, nothin' is impossible (impossible)
Do this shit together, we unstoppable (unstoppable)
Raised to be a leader, not a navigator (navigator)
Wrote this down on scraps of paper
All roads lead to the same confusion (same confusion)
I mean, all roads lead to the same conclusions (same conclusions)
Found my body somewhere in the sewer (sewer)
My girl defined the word "prolific" for me
And I can't read her mind, she wrote a different story (a different story)
Oh well, redemption is a funny bitch (funny bitch)
The devil always be right where the money is (the money is)
Somebody gotta be watchin' you, but no one is (but no one is)
It's kinda crazy life could be this simple (life could be this simple)
Nothing's coincidence
My best friend packed his things, threw 'em in the car
I haven't seen him since (seen him since)
Guess I understand, he always got the chills
When he saw a room full of rolled up hundred dollar bills (hundred dollar bills), yeah
Even pills turn to powder, baby
Said, even pills turn to powder
The world wanna crush 'em down (crush 'em down)
Even pills turn to powder, baby
Can you sit right next to me and crush 'em down? (Crush 'em down)
If pills can turn to powder
Then this world could turn to ash
Everything seems so slow
But my past, I thought that it would last longer
I just thought that, thought that, thought that
This feelin', this feelin' would last longer, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Yeah, somebody gave me a treasure map
Nowhere on that motherf*cker say where the X is at
And I don't wanna see the whole world through a telecast
Been waitin' my whole life, I finally thought I should tell you that, yeah
Started smokin' weed again, started tryna read again
Clean myself up, now would you be my friend?
Do I need to know the beginning to see the end?
What's the difference 'tween the truth and things that we pretend?
I lie awake faded, watch the days go by
And only at the lows do I chase that high
Fear God, stay humble
Original sin, we all come from the same struggle
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow
And you left out on your own?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow
And you left out in the cold? Woah
Can I get four Norcos, two Oxys, two Roxys, three methadone
Couple Percocets, some heroin, two Xanax bars and six-ounces of that lean?
Thank you- do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow? (Slow)
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow? (Slow)
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow? (Slow)
Woah-oh, woah-oh
What ya gonna do?
Do this shit together, we unstoppable (unstoppable)
Raised to be a leader, not a navigator (navigator)
Wrote this down on scraps of paper
All roads lead to the same confusion (same confusion)
I mean, all roads lead to the same conclusions (same conclusions)
Found my body somewhere in the sewer (sewer)
My girl defined the word "prolific" for me
And I can't read her mind, she wrote a different story (a different story)
Oh well, redemption is a funny bitch (funny bitch)
The devil always be right where the money is (the money is)
Somebody gotta be watchin' you, but no one is (but no one is)
It's kinda crazy life could be this simple (life could be this simple)
Nothing's coincidence
My best friend packed his things, threw 'em in the car
I haven't seen him since (seen him since)
Guess I understand, he always got the chills
When he saw a room full of rolled up hundred dollar bills (hundred dollar bills), yeah
Even pills turn to powder, baby
Said, even pills turn to powder
The world wanna crush 'em down (crush 'em down)
Even pills turn to powder, baby
Can you sit right next to me and crush 'em down? (Crush 'em down)
If pills can turn to powder
Then this world could turn to ash
Everything seems so slow
But my past, I thought that it would last longer
I just thought that, thought that, thought that
This feelin', this feelin' would last longer, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Yeah, somebody gave me a treasure map
Nowhere on that motherf*cker say where the X is at
And I don't wanna see the whole world through a telecast
Been waitin' my whole life, I finally thought I should tell you that, yeah
Started smokin' weed again, started tryna read again
Clean myself up, now would you be my friend?
Do I need to know the beginning to see the end?
What's the difference 'tween the truth and things that we pretend?
I lie awake faded, watch the days go by
And only at the lows do I chase that high
Fear God, stay humble
Original sin, we all come from the same struggle
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow
And you left out on your own?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow
And you left out in the cold? Woah
Can I get four Norcos, two Oxys, two Roxys, three methadone
Couple Percocets, some heroin, two Xanax bars and six-ounces of that lean?
Thank you- do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow? (Slow)
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow? (Slow)
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?
What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow? (Slow)
Woah-oh, woah-oh
What ya gonna do?
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stoned
Yeah, yeah
Breaks down the pain
Yeah
She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed
She far from a saint, she's all that I need
She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks
Her mind's always dirty and her soul's never free (woah-woah)
She never been a groupie (no way)
She just in love with the music
She watch depressin' movies (always)
Somethin' from the '30s or the '40s about a dependent house wife (woah-woah)
She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories
Awake through the night, then she high from the morning
I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin'
Knock on her door, she let me come in (woah)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (yeah)
And the water, it's shallow like the lies that she tells
Can't run from your shadow, can't hide from yourself
She hates that she cries when she's all by herself
And she's always all by herself (woah-woah)
She hardly talks in conversation (no way)
But, but when she do, all her words get lost in translation (always)
No, she can't move (woah-woah-woah)
'Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasize
The doctor tried to analyze
They cannot find anything that's wrong with her
Her parents never got along with her
I had to make this song for her (woah-woah-woah)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song? (Ooh)
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
Breaks down the pain
Yeah
She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed
She far from a saint, she's all that I need
She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks
Her mind's always dirty and her soul's never free (woah-woah)
She never been a groupie (no way)
She just in love with the music
She watch depressin' movies (always)
Somethin' from the '30s or the '40s about a dependent house wife (woah-woah)
She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories
Awake through the night, then she high from the morning
I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin'
Knock on her door, she let me come in (woah)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (yeah)
And the water, it's shallow like the lies that she tells
Can't run from your shadow, can't hide from yourself
She hates that she cries when she's all by herself
And she's always all by herself (woah-woah)
She hardly talks in conversation (no way)
But, but when she do, all her words get lost in translation (always)
No, she can't move (woah-woah-woah)
'Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasize
The doctor tried to analyze
They cannot find anything that's wrong with her
Her parents never got along with her
I had to make this song for her (woah-woah-woah)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song? (Ooh)
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Shangri-La
Don't be afraid to put your two cents in
Might not be able to afford anything, but
I'm always up for a bargain
The dragons are flying south for the winter
They don't like cold weather either
Okay, I was drivin' up to Shangri-La to get my meditation on
I was thinkin' Lamb of God, she was thinkin' Saint Laurent
She sell the pussy on Millionaire's Avenue
Paper's not the problem, spendin' money always casual
Why do you whine like your last name was Rothschild?
Life been a bitch ever since they let me out the doghouse
No mercy for the docile, flow is hostile but don't sleep
The codeine came back to get me high again
Just how super is a supermodel? (Oh)
Just how super is a supermodel? (Oh)
It's the house of the risin' sun in village of unusual
If I die young, promise to smile at my funeral
Yeah, it's just a rule to follow
Don't be late, 'cause you can lose tomorrow
Yeah, I am getting ready to sign my life away (my life away)
The weather's nice today, what a perfect day to die (day to die)
She'd kill herself, but she'd rather get married
There's coconut vodka, but she'd rather have cherry (have cherry)
I wish my drug dealer took the Amex (the Amex)
Can't find my debit card
I told her, "Meet me by the Annex" (the Annex)
We can get high by the reservoir (reservoir)
Oh my goodness, girl, you a milkshake, extra large (extra large)
No, you shouldn't, you said it'd never get this far (get this far)
Do you have an extra ticket to the seminar?
Show me where all the old records are
She got a brand new dinin' set, but she still don't know how to set the table
I told her that this feelin' 'bout as good as it gets
Shit, that bitch so unstable
And just how super is a supermodel?
Just how super is a supermodel?
It's the house of the risin' sun in village of unusual
If I die young, promise to smile at my funeral
Yeah, it's just a rule to follow
Don't be late, 'cause you can lose tomorrow
Might not be able to afford anything, but
I'm always up for a bargain
The dragons are flying south for the winter
They don't like cold weather either
Okay, I was drivin' up to Shangri-La to get my meditation on
I was thinkin' Lamb of God, she was thinkin' Saint Laurent
She sell the pussy on Millionaire's Avenue
Paper's not the problem, spendin' money always casual
Why do you whine like your last name was Rothschild?
Life been a bitch ever since they let me out the doghouse
No mercy for the docile, flow is hostile but don't sleep
The codeine came back to get me high again
Just how super is a supermodel? (Oh)
Just how super is a supermodel? (Oh)
It's the house of the risin' sun in village of unusual
If I die young, promise to smile at my funeral
Yeah, it's just a rule to follow
Don't be late, 'cause you can lose tomorrow
Yeah, I am getting ready to sign my life away (my life away)
The weather's nice today, what a perfect day to die (day to die)
She'd kill herself, but she'd rather get married
There's coconut vodka, but she'd rather have cherry (have cherry)
I wish my drug dealer took the Amex (the Amex)
Can't find my debit card
I told her, "Meet me by the Annex" (the Annex)
We can get high by the reservoir (reservoir)
Oh my goodness, girl, you a milkshake, extra large (extra large)
No, you shouldn't, you said it'd never get this far (get this far)
Do you have an extra ticket to the seminar?
Show me where all the old records are
She got a brand new dinin' set, but she still don't know how to set the table
I told her that this feelin' 'bout as good as it gets
Shit, that bitch so unstable
And just how super is a supermodel?
Just how super is a supermodel?
It's the house of the risin' sun in village of unusual
If I die young, promise to smile at my funeral
Yeah, it's just a rule to follow
Don't be late, 'cause you can lose tomorrow
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Funny Papers
Did no one ever teach you how to dance?
Nobody ever taught you how to dance?
Well- well, everyone knows how to dance
There's only so much time
Yeah, somebody died today, I
I saw his picture in the funny papers
Didn't think anybody died on a Friday
Some angry banker, some kind of money trader
Recently divorced, was drunk drivin' down the highway
And drove off the bridge to his wedding song
Blew out the bass in his speakers, you can still hear the treble goin' (treble goin')
The hospital was useless, and everything was quiet but the music
Recently, I only meet peace when in deep sleep
Been the same dream, world safe, smile on her face
Waitin' on the other side (the other side)
I wonder if He'll take me to the other side (the other side), yeah
What your eyes see, too naive for war, and that'll screw ya
Still bet it all on the glory, hallelujah
I heard the answer in the gibberish of an old drunk
All he said was he's in no rush
If I could just pay my rent by Tuesday
I bet I'd be rich by April Fools' day
The moon's wide awake, with a smile on his face
As he smuggle constellations in his suitcase
Don't you love silence? (Silence)
Everything quiet but the music (music)
Everything quiet but the music
Do you love silence? (Ooh)
Everything quiet but the music
(Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo)
Somebody gave birth to a baby boy
I saw his picture in the funny papers
Eleven pounds, named after his uncle Gabriel
His mother cried with her lips against his soft face (soft face)
Why'd she bring these bright eyes into this dark place?
Oh, sweet, sweet oblivion
Way before the information gets settled in
I swear to God I never wanna sin again
But I fear that trouble's on its way (yeah)
The mind go with age, don't surrender
My mistake, I misplaced all of my remembers
Baby, there's a little vacation in the dresser
Take one for depression, and two for your temper
If I could just pay my rent by Tuesday
I bet I'd be rich by April Fools' day
The moon's wide awake, with a smile on his face
As he smuggle constellations in his suitcase
Don't you love silence?
Oh shit, here come the icebreaker
It's danger when he's bringin' out the lightsaber
The words awesome but he's talkin' outta turn often
I blew the f*ck up, then became the world's problem
Bad hygiene, all about that gross life
Hate to see somebody f*ckin' up their own life (their own life)
Just roll the dice, put a twenty on midnight
Have a feelin' we gon' win tonight (win tonight)
'Cause when the snakes start slitherin', you spot the chameleons
You realize you surrounded by reptilians ('tilians)
Shit, I ain't an innovator, just a motherf*ckin' illustrator (illustrator)
Why does it matter
At all? Oh, woah, woah
Nobody ever taught you how to dance?
Well- well, everyone knows how to dance
There's only so much time
Yeah, somebody died today, I
I saw his picture in the funny papers
Didn't think anybody died on a Friday
Some angry banker, some kind of money trader
Recently divorced, was drunk drivin' down the highway
And drove off the bridge to his wedding song
Blew out the bass in his speakers, you can still hear the treble goin' (treble goin')
The hospital was useless, and everything was quiet but the music
Recently, I only meet peace when in deep sleep
Been the same dream, world safe, smile on her face
Waitin' on the other side (the other side)
I wonder if He'll take me to the other side (the other side), yeah
What your eyes see, too naive for war, and that'll screw ya
Still bet it all on the glory, hallelujah
I heard the answer in the gibberish of an old drunk
All he said was he's in no rush
If I could just pay my rent by Tuesday
I bet I'd be rich by April Fools' day
The moon's wide awake, with a smile on his face
As he smuggle constellations in his suitcase
Don't you love silence? (Silence)
Everything quiet but the music (music)
Everything quiet but the music
Do you love silence? (Ooh)
Everything quiet but the music
(Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo)
Somebody gave birth to a baby boy
I saw his picture in the funny papers
Eleven pounds, named after his uncle Gabriel
His mother cried with her lips against his soft face (soft face)
Why'd she bring these bright eyes into this dark place?
Oh, sweet, sweet oblivion
Way before the information gets settled in
I swear to God I never wanna sin again
But I fear that trouble's on its way (yeah)
The mind go with age, don't surrender
My mistake, I misplaced all of my remembers
Baby, there's a little vacation in the dresser
Take one for depression, and two for your temper
If I could just pay my rent by Tuesday
I bet I'd be rich by April Fools' day
The moon's wide awake, with a smile on his face
As he smuggle constellations in his suitcase
Don't you love silence?
Oh shit, here come the icebreaker
It's danger when he's bringin' out the lightsaber
The words awesome but he's talkin' outta turn often
I blew the f*ck up, then became the world's problem
Bad hygiene, all about that gross life
Hate to see somebody f*ckin' up their own life (their own life)
Just roll the dice, put a twenty on midnight
Have a feelin' we gon' win tonight (win tonight)
'Cause when the snakes start slitherin', you spot the chameleons
You realize you surrounded by reptilians ('tilians)
Shit, I ain't an innovator, just a motherf*ckin' illustrator (illustrator)
Why does it matter
At all? Oh, woah, woah
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Transformations
[ Featuring Delusional Thomas ]
Okay, so, alright
Psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
Blew my shit up with a thumb up, like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter
Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger
What? Um, let me, let me try, let me try that again
Okay, like I was sayin'
Alright, said, um
I'm a psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
I blew my shit up with a thumb up, like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter
Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger
Shit, I should've been a singer
I should have been Curt Schilling, woulda had a sinker
Ahead of y'all chillin', you lookin' at my blinkers
Rappers is some bumblebees, pullin' out your stingers
Yeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed again
And lean for the low, for the medium
Couple of my homies were on CNN
I changed the channel once they went into commercials
Yeah, delusional Waldo Emerson
Just like you, I love football and lesbians
Never deal with bitches, 'cause bitches are some thespians
Save the drama for your motherf*ckin' mama
Oh Jesus, who's the rapper with the gold penis?
Put away your money, scrub, I ain't doin' no features
This ain't a motherf*ckin' drill, bitch, I'm young Jehova
In the backyard with pads on, runnin' Oklahomas
Get low
Writer: Jameel Bruner, Malcolm James McCormick, Stephen Bruner, Taylor Graves
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Manakins
Yeah
Well, my good days are exactly like the bad ones
My bitch say that I defy the laws of attraction
I've always been terrified of endin' up normal (normal)
Things that we all search for end up findin' us
God is like the school bell, He gon' tell you when your time is up
Shit just end up workin' out, why do we wonder why it does? (Why it does)
Yeah, so I asked God to take me on a perfect date
Swear I saw Him cryin', don't know why everyone sure it's rain
Education system, but I feel we only learn from change
Every time I think about it, shit just starts to hurt my brain
Problems we can't solve always seem to be my favorite ones
Life just gets so boring, playing superhero makes it fun (fun)
But why is "heroism" so close to "heroin"? (Heroin)
We are what we believe in
There is no such thing as freedom
But what can we do?
What can we do?
'Cause I see the light at the end of the tunnel (yeah)
It feels like I'm dyin', dyin' (yeah), dyin'
I'm dead
They tell you that you need to sleep, and suddenly you do
Scared you gonna wake up as someone who isn't you
We've all been down that road before, poured alcohol on open sores
Nobody can hurt me if I go inside and close the door
Not scared of growin' old and dyin', feel this where the answer lives
You wear the garments, everybody needs to dress some manikins (manikins)
We are what we believe in
There is no such thing as dreamin'
But what can we do?
What can we do?
'Cause I see the light at the end of the tunnel
It feels like I'm dyin', dyin', dyin'
I'm dead
Make some noise
Well, my good days are exactly like the bad ones
My bitch say that I defy the laws of attraction
I've always been terrified of endin' up normal (normal)
Things that we all search for end up findin' us
God is like the school bell, He gon' tell you when your time is up
Shit just end up workin' out, why do we wonder why it does? (Why it does)
Yeah, so I asked God to take me on a perfect date
Swear I saw Him cryin', don't know why everyone sure it's rain
Education system, but I feel we only learn from change
Every time I think about it, shit just starts to hurt my brain
Problems we can't solve always seem to be my favorite ones
Life just gets so boring, playing superhero makes it fun (fun)
But why is "heroism" so close to "heroin"? (Heroin)
We are what we believe in
There is no such thing as freedom
But what can we do?
What can we do?
'Cause I see the light at the end of the tunnel (yeah)
It feels like I'm dyin', dyin' (yeah), dyin'
I'm dead
They tell you that you need to sleep, and suddenly you do
Scared you gonna wake up as someone who isn't you
We've all been down that road before, poured alcohol on open sores
Nobody can hurt me if I go inside and close the door
Not scared of growin' old and dyin', feel this where the answer lives
You wear the garments, everybody needs to dress some manikins (manikins)
We are what we believe in
There is no such thing as dreamin'
But what can we do?
What can we do?
'Cause I see the light at the end of the tunnel
It feels like I'm dyin', dyin', dyin'
I'm dead
Make some noise
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Rick's Piano
Uh, Josh (yes?)
Knock, knock (Who's there?)
Rick Rubin (Rick Rubin who?)
Rick Rubin's piano (ayy), alright (yes)
Enough f*ckin' around (okay)
Yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah), wake up (wake up)
Open up your eyes, I told you wake up (wake up)
All of y'all are still bitches, but
A smile just in place of your make up (your make up)
The best is yet to come (yeah)
(What?) Yeah (what?)
E.T.'s not dead, he's just a little bit faded
Please don't give me any credit, that's how people get jaded
Please don't nod your head, and please don't tell me I made it
'Cause people start to get worse once they think they the greatest (the greatest, be patient)
The best is yet to come (the best is yet to come), yeah (yeah)
I told her, "It get better soon"
I probably shoulda told her when she was in a better mood
She lookin' at me like, "Anyone, except for you"
I had to go to California, she wished that I never moved
Said, "Baby, the best is yet to come," yeah (the best is yet to come)
I wonder if the blind mice even wanna see
I wonder if a dead father ever hear his daughter scream (scream)
Is there a heaven? Can you see the god in me? I don't know, probably
But for now we'll keep waitin' (waitin')
'Cause the best is yet to come, yeah (the best is yet to come)
And, I wonder if the truth come with a song
And if it do, will we ever get to sing along?
Spend her paycheck on that lingerie, she scared to put it on
She never let her boyfriend see her in a thong, but
The best is yet to come (the best is yet to come)
I shot myself on my birthday, fell into the ocean
Listened to their voices, I was lost in the commotion
None of us are chosen, I forgive 'em for their ignorance, but
What's a man gotta do for a little bliss? (F*ck the future)
The best is yet to come (the best is yet to come)
What does death feel like?
What does, what does death feel like? Oh, oh my God
What does death feel like?
I wonder, what does death feel like? Oh my, my God
What does death feel like?
What does, what does death feel like? (Oh) Yeah
Why does death steal life?
Why does, why does death steal life? Oh, oh my God
Why does death steal life?
Why does, why does death steal life? Oh my, my God
Why does death steal light?
Why does, why does death steal light? Oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh, oh, my, my
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
My, my, my, my, my
Knock, knock (Who's there?)
Rick Rubin (Rick Rubin who?)
Rick Rubin's piano (ayy), alright (yes)
Enough f*ckin' around (okay)
Yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah), wake up (wake up)
Open up your eyes, I told you wake up (wake up)
All of y'all are still bitches, but
A smile just in place of your make up (your make up)
The best is yet to come (yeah)
(What?) Yeah (what?)
E.T.'s not dead, he's just a little bit faded
Please don't give me any credit, that's how people get jaded
Please don't nod your head, and please don't tell me I made it
'Cause people start to get worse once they think they the greatest (the greatest, be patient)
The best is yet to come (the best is yet to come), yeah (yeah)
I told her, "It get better soon"
I probably shoulda told her when she was in a better mood
She lookin' at me like, "Anyone, except for you"
I had to go to California, she wished that I never moved
Said, "Baby, the best is yet to come," yeah (the best is yet to come)
I wonder if the blind mice even wanna see
I wonder if a dead father ever hear his daughter scream (scream)
Is there a heaven? Can you see the god in me? I don't know, probably
But for now we'll keep waitin' (waitin')
'Cause the best is yet to come, yeah (the best is yet to come)
And, I wonder if the truth come with a song
And if it do, will we ever get to sing along?
Spend her paycheck on that lingerie, she scared to put it on
She never let her boyfriend see her in a thong, but
The best is yet to come (the best is yet to come)
I shot myself on my birthday, fell into the ocean
Listened to their voices, I was lost in the commotion
None of us are chosen, I forgive 'em for their ignorance, but
What's a man gotta do for a little bliss? (F*ck the future)
The best is yet to come (the best is yet to come)
What does death feel like?
What does, what does death feel like? Oh, oh my God
What does death feel like?
I wonder, what does death feel like? Oh my, my God
What does death feel like?
What does, what does death feel like? (Oh) Yeah
Why does death steal life?
Why does, why does death steal life? Oh, oh my God
Why does death steal life?
Why does, why does death steal life? Oh my, my God
Why does death steal light?
Why does, why does death steal light? Oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh, oh, my, my
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
My, my, my, my, my
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tomorrow Will Never Know
Do you fear (your call has been forwarded to-) that you'll have no control?
You walk through this world with your head above water
Shoes made of copper, just tryin' to float
The lake's frozen over, look down at yourself
What's starin' back doesn't please you
The man don't believe you, he sees through the lies that you tell
Cards in your hand, you're lookin' at nothin'
(Your call has been forwarded to an automated-)
You wonder when God will just listen and give you a break
And He says, "See, living and dying are one and the same"
(Your call has been forwarded to an automated-)
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they love just like we do? (Oh)
Do they love just like we do? (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Do they feel just like we do? (Oh)
Do they feel just like we do? (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Do you know anything at all?
You've been waiting for answers
These parades and dancers keep building your castle so strong
The moon made of water, you swim to the shore
You can try your best escaping, the universe is breaking
You say you can't take it no more
The pressure is building like buildings you jumped from
Wishing that wishing could lift this conundrum
The streets that you walk on are shallow
But do you feel as big as your shadow?
No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-oh-oh, oh-oh
No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No, no, no, no-oh
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they love just like we do?
Do they love just like we do?
Do they feel just like we do?
Do they feel just like we do?
Said, if you could make, if you could make
If you could make, if you could make, if you could make
If you could make, if you could make, if you could make
It go away
Give you a chance to start all over
You walk through this world with your head above water
Shoes made of copper, just tryin' to float
The lake's frozen over, look down at yourself
What's starin' back doesn't please you
The man don't believe you, he sees through the lies that you tell
Cards in your hand, you're lookin' at nothin'
(Your call has been forwarded to an automated-)
You wonder when God will just listen and give you a break
And He says, "See, living and dying are one and the same"
(Your call has been forwarded to an automated-)
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they love just like we do? (Oh)
Do they love just like we do? (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Do they feel just like we do? (Oh)
Do they feel just like we do? (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Do you know anything at all?
You've been waiting for answers
These parades and dancers keep building your castle so strong
The moon made of water, you swim to the shore
You can try your best escaping, the universe is breaking
You say you can't take it no more
The pressure is building like buildings you jumped from
Wishing that wishing could lift this conundrum
The streets that you walk on are shallow
But do you feel as big as your shadow?
No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-oh-oh, oh-oh
No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No, no, no, no-oh
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they dream just like we do?
Do they love just like we do?
Do they love just like we do?
Do they feel just like we do?
Do they feel just like we do?
Said, if you could make, if you could make
If you could make, if you could make, if you could make
If you could make, if you could make, if you could make
It go away
Give you a chance to start all over
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Balloonerism is the seventh and final studio album by American rapper Mac Miller. It is his second posthumous album since his death in September 2018. Miller recorded the album in 2014, around the time his mixtape Faces was released. The album was released on January 17, 2025, under license to Warner Records, exactly five years from the release of his first posthumous album Circles, and features guest appearances by SZA and his alter ego Delusional Thomas.
Balloonerism was teased on November 16, 2024, at Camp Flog Gnaw with an animated trailer. Days later, on November 21, Miller's estate formally announced the album on social media. They released a statement that the album had great importance to Miller, and that he had commissioned artwork for the album and regularly had discussions concerning its release prior to his death. Familiarity of the project within his fanbase, due to unofficial versions circulating online for years, contributed to the decision to release the project in an official manner.
Balloonerism was met with positive reviews. At Metacritic, which assigns a normalized rating out of 100 to reviews from professional publications, the album received an average score of 77, based on eight reviews.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Mac MillerBalloonerism was teased on November 16, 2024, at Camp Flog Gnaw with an animated trailer. Days later, on November 21, Miller's estate formally announced the album on social media. They released a statement that the album had great importance to Miller, and that he had commissioned artwork for the album and regularly had discussions concerning its release prior to his death. Familiarity of the project within his fanbase, due to unofficial versions circulating online for years, contributed to the decision to release the project in an official manner.
Balloonerism was met with positive reviews. At Metacritic, which assigns a normalized rating out of 100 to reviews from professional publications, the album received an average score of 77, based on eight reviews.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: SZA
Genre(s): Neo-soul, jazz, psychedelic, hip hop, experimental music, psychedelia
Producer(s): Larry Fisherman, Jameel Bruner, Ronald Bruner Jr., Taylor Graves, Dylan Reynolds, Thundercat
Length: 58:43
Released: January 17th, 2025
Year: 2025