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"FIRST DAY OF ETERNITY." is a track by Ab-Soul, from the album FEAR AND LOATHING IN DEL AMO, released 7th September 2025. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse] Ay, man How you waste a prayer on another man's downfall? Grand rising, I'm still mourning my grandpa [?] Ab, I had to stand tall Even after getting put on my pockets Hopped up, twelve seconds left on 21 And ran it back two more times when I was done This ain't no tough talk, just gotta let you know I fought For everything I had, I did it with blessed hands, 'til I realized I could move a mountain with a thought Pour a bit and dismembered my dreams of playing on the court Gotta' weigh every time, thank god I stayed up out of court I'd rather shoot for the moon, 'stead of you adoring the sport Lot of bones then, shit I'm taking with me to the cemetery Ain't proud of it, but I was a child, fuck it Damn you, if you got an opinion of any kind Of what you think you think you know about me 'cause you heard it in a rhyme If your criticism isn't constructive, we ain't building, I been corrupted, henceforth Eat a fat dick, bitch, FYI I'm outside, and in the motherfucking building at the same damn time Future's unlimited, written over my navel Used to crack a seal every two or three days, quatro on the cream Faygo Then I was on my way, to one of your favorite artist's baby mama's apartments, I'm too player to name I kept the bench warm for a lot of my peers Swallowed a lot of my pride, conquered a lot of my fears Swallowed a whole lot of pills, so much I've numbed inside Cheated death several times, I don't know how I'm alive Shades black, gang tats, usual suspect I used to draw Mighty Mouse, tryin' to picture what I'd do to a rat Rogue did it, I'm still bending the block, yelling long live Block [?] on my ribcage, full of rage, never been afraid to get active What's really happening? Live wire with a white lighter, lighting [?] under my left eye Lot of teardrops, lot of bloodshed, sweat, and bullets aimin' at your head Told you I done gone insane 50-dollar omelet, butter coast with the marmalade Revolutionary, radical, gold chain hang Bust down unc in a- (Air Force) game day All I do is beat the case, all I do is lead the race Mind you, I'm a tortoise, I don't think y'all hare I'm B-Rabbit in the movie, eight miles and [?] The skinny grizzly never spent one day in the feds Detroit snapback, custom made by Fake [?] you medium rare, just like my steak Was in the regal with the green print, double cup, green lit You thought that I was counting sheep, I do this in my sleep, bitch Blammy in the stash, granny in the clinic, we fillin' a 'script for the xans, it was out of her hands The story of the passenger prince, only rollin' with geniuses Made men in the belly of the beast full of fetuses Hoes gave me cold shoulders back when Moose had the avalanche Wait a minute, that's a caddy, ain't it? Watch this, 'cause Now it's walkthroughs in the clubs for the bag I'm a legend like Bagger Vance and they all on my dick (Nah, it was a Chevy, bro) Fuck it, that was heavy [?] the Chevy, it's my sixth tray I just ate I'm all that and a bag of rapper snacks, you should bag it back This a new flavor, I'm Top Dawg, I'm atom math 100 acres in the sip, still city slim Californicate on Eminem, bring your calculator Alpha, beta, Soul, if you didn't, now you know Every vowel out of my mouth is dope, boy I should charge a thousand a oath, boy 'Course you wanna come home with me Curved her 'cause I ain't wanna park her, Professor Oglevee Largest out of Carson since the star of Moesha That's a shootin' star, the solar system just a pull-up bar to me Yo Brandy, how much for the feature? I wanna be down too I mean, my name is Soulo, and I did my thing in the view Hey, Ray J, hit my line, gang You can judge me if you want, I been beatin' streets up, blue laces in my shoes I ain't dissin' nobody, just walking in my Choos Vulture, I'm getting chicken with some roosters too (Shoo) [?] don't bother me, back to the business A pillar in my community, what I gotta do for the key? Please, Mayor Davis-Homes I mean, I'm a [?] to Carson cult, the list goes on Not to mention, you was there for my baby's christening Tap in, I got a few ideas I been represented in every state in this nation The citizen into the side of the box that they set us in Just to bring it round full circle For the fam, because it matters, I'm the black lip Urkel Slurrin' curse words, so they learn more Won't stop till I drop Long Term 4 What the fuck you think Punch put me on for? To make sure they respect the art form, Soul Keep it going, Juice
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