Wallace and Gromit

[Produced by GoldSoul] Verse 1 (Myniakal) Try to start with something less engaging for myself Findin' out the patterns and i'll play it till it melts Evading with the stealth only hanging up with belts And i'm shoving down a concept through your faces and your mouth I think I need some more to smoke I even thought of trying coke And i'm seeing others make it, now realize that I won't There's no proper way to cope Wanna fly or stay in boats now listen to my music What's the point of what I wrote I switch to different states and I forget that I need breaks And I always find myself with fuckin' bitches that I hate And my ego it inflates while the people think they're great Forget that they will die cuz it was written and it's fake Verse 2 (Myniakal) Always grabbing' nothing when i'm reaching' for the clouds And the only things i'm living for are speakers and the sounds And these people gettin' down or either lifted off the loud The greatest minds of my generation sniffin' up a pound Still it feels ironic while i'm filling up this gauntlet I'm depressed with being privledged but at least I'm being honest All my feelings are platonic never thought you'd be astonished Never cared about your comments I am Wallace I am Gromit Yeah