Earl Sweatshirt - Peanut lyrics

Ayy ayy, nephew in SA, ayy
Know I'm on the way
Family saw you on the stage
Left it not amazed
Thought you'd up and aim? Ayy
Now you done and braised, ayy (Braised, ayy)
Get the fuck back, you moving
Like they cut your 'caine, ayy
Lick the nut sack
I'm zooted in some tear-aways (Ayy)
Fleshin' through the pain, depression, this
Is not a phase, ayy
Picking out his grave
Couldn't help but feel outta place
Tryna catch some rays
Death and hops a sour taste (Sour taste)
Bless my pops
We sent him off and not an hour late
Still in shock and now my heart
Out somewhere on the range outta range
Picked the lock and now we elevate
We box 'em out, my shit a million miles away
Niggas featherweight like we making food
Father's face but I'm not afraid
My Uncle Hugh