Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 120 Seconds , by - Freestyle Fellowship. Release date: 05.07.1999
Song language: English
120 Seconds |
| yo Double-A |
| I blaze this energizer let’s see you pull this one… |
| happy birthday to me |
| happy earth day to we |
| I just turned a hundred and seventy five million |
| two hundred and seventy three |
| and I’m at my peak |
| our pick of the week |
| straight tweaked with a godly type mystique |
| ??? |
| Spock, nanou nanou ??? |
| abort, distortion report on which sort |
| a quick court, support, cut short |
| time warp, interplanetary movement |
| I’ll say, foul play, hey |
| which way does Willy Wonka stay? |
| we came to see the chocolate sway |
| happy birthday to me, to me |
| hip hip hooray to me, to me |
| synthetic or prototype |
| genetical photocopy |
| Xerox and medical mocks to breakthrough |
| shocks and shakes you |
| as Acey takes you |
| through lyrical masochism |
| and as I blast the last to give 'em |
| dissect, insect, inflict, whoa |
| destination one-two-oh |
| ohhhh |
| 'One hundred and twenty seconds until you die' |
| When I die, bury me under the gravel |
| travel fifty feet down, step out and pack me in |
| I acknowledged (?_ I won’t be back again |
| now I’m a entity, ex-humanity within |
| earthly vanities, sunshine and the wind |
| I suppose, ambrose’ll rose your soul |
| to give you immortality and infinity skin |
| but you’re immortal close, you froze |
| (ah. he froze) |
| now your takin' in a free fall in the end |
| every draft, breeze, trickle of water, a sound wave |
| in your perimeter is similar |
| and behaves as a test to manifest life forms |
| it forms a warm blunted |
| heavily budded individual |
| in the visual eye |
| cut it, gut it, fry |
| I am invisible so is it impossible to cry? |
| nope, soak my pillow case |
| I wrote a little taste |
| I’m hopin' the middle breaks the lies |
| my objective remains at one with the stainless steel object |
| still feels the pain |
| flagrant, nefarious |
| fragrence of various ages |
| and chemical compounds compounded |
| a bouquet, a readily picked array |
| of dandelions, roses, pointset-i-as |
| gold marigolds in a vase that’s passed to monks |
| and kindred, intended, descended |
| and suspended in mid-air |
| match amended and I ended on a bad note |
| put salt in the open wound and I broke |