Peanut – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

AyyAyy, nephew Nsa, ayyKnow I’m on the wayFamily saw you on that stage, left it not amazedThought you up in AaNow you done and brazed, ayy (Brazed, ayy)Get the fuck back, you moving like they cut your ‘caine, ayyLick the nut sack, flooted in some tear-aways (Ayy)Flushin’ through the pain, depression, this is not a phase, ayyPicking out his grave, couldn’t help but feel out of placeTry and catch some raysDeath, it has the sour taste (Sour taste)Bless my pops, we sent him off and not a hour lateStill in shock and now my heart out somewhere on the rangeOutta range, picked the lock and now we elevateWe box ’em out, my shit a million miles awayNiggas featherweightLike we making food, father’s face when I’m not afraidMy Uncle Hugh