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