Written, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered: LACHED UP
Lyrics: LACHED UP
Lyrics
Pallets And Words
Drinking em done fast dwelling in my past time to the fuck up and out of that world just get in my mind and set in rewind erase all the thoughts that’s take up my time although I’m feeling better Suicide letter hitting harder than i would’ve thought everyone getting in the feels I’m
Still writing all these bars that’s are nothing but real 
My eyes red not from cryin but smokin 
The devil devils lettuce
I ain’t not apprentice 
While I’m spittin the track don’t stop my momentum 
The billy with bud I’m pulling the pullin the cone in draw in the smoke blow out the cloud then 

I walk around On this dark knight sometimes a joker but this time I’m the Arthur fleck of my storyline 
I moisturise lotions in my hand I pull my cock for 3 times a night hands are all smooth and nice and then 

Work to the bone or pack another cone?
How about both cause I’m taking Over the throne! 

Yes I’m alone and sometimes it shows
I LACH and load 
LACH and load 
Pull back the trigger it’s the path I chose 
It’s a metaphor for your lyrical dose your days are numbered that is just known 
Working hard busting my ass 
I’m a heartless cunt 
Death doesn’t scare me 
Like to most it does 
I Don’t open up 
Rock in the bag 
Maybe give it a crush 
Day to day is a little too much for me 
So let’s see where this shit takes us 
From pallets to words is the shit that I 
w/rap through my day to day
 bruh 
Tell me why the fuuuck 
You wanna talk that shit 
Then laugh it all off 
The words they hit me harrrd
I thought we had truuust 
But you’re snake 
You know all the words you say... they make me feel like really wanna be 

Laying beneath with these feelings of ease and the stress of the world that’s nowhere to be seen
And I’m seeing the scenes of a movie on screens that’s my life in my mind with my death to the breeze 
put my hands up and freeze 
as I’m thinking of thinking that’s called overthinking the thoughts that are missing are ones that are positive living in poverty writing my poetry thinking about all the things that are bothering me 
Can’t you just see 
Life isn’t precious 
Means nothing to me 
black out the screen 
get what I mean?
Rolling the credits 
I’m done with this please 
A walking disease 
Is all that the human race is 
Believe or disagree 
I find it Kinda funny that you think you’re free
If you wanna see 
What a man that pushed to the edge looks like then Keep up with me 
 count the 1,2,3 
barrel to my head 
eyes closed grit my teeth 
lay me beneath 
I’ve fucked it up yet again on another beat
Time to show my expertise
I love me a tease 
she’s on your knees with the ripped jeans at least I say please you’re not the only one that wants the nutz like Deez
Cunt back off while the tracks on 
Cause I’m hitting hard, that’s not soft,
you say you’re a good bloke with a good heart but you’re nothing but a fucking weak dog!!

LACHED UP - PALLETS AND WORDS

“LACHED UP INSIDE MY MIND”
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