Oh my god Wade
What is it Jim
Want some gatorade
Jim, what are you dim
What is it
What is wrong
You asked if I wanted gatorade
You absolute nong
My bad
My mistake
Damn, for a second
Kinda thought you were fake
What time is it
Ten past three
Lets get outta here
We can now be free
Filled with glee
Aint no fee
How will you pay
Have no money
Well it seems to me
I have to shout
You sure you wanna hand out
Yeah, no doubt
Have you stretched your legs
Yes, I am ready
As flexible
As cooked spaghetti
Don't have much time
I can almost taste it
Will be at our prime but
First we gotta pace it
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have lots of money
For our frozen blend
Down the bumpy road
Our whole squad sped
The colour of the frozen
Just about red
Getting that bread
Not feeling dead
Jed gotta rude head and thats
A straight fact, this is a pact
Kinda low-key stacked
Bag halfway zipped
Because you know
We dipped
But we are equipped
The running got us ripped
This is what we have chosen
This is for the frozen (Froze)
Pull up to the store
Feeling kinda thirsty
Year 7s in line
I'ma show no mercy
They be testing me
Like I'm a science experiment
I'm here to represent
Repaying the cash
Stealing the stash
Step to me, ima clash
Be quick or we'll dash
Out, we will lash (Dat a beat)
There's nothing between us
And the beverage
Our power's getting stronger
It's our leverage
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have much more money
For our frozen blend
Oh yeah, its us
Better watch your tone
You know we are prone
We gonna steal the throne we're the kings
Of the frozen land
Not just a band
But we are quite grand
Talk smack get a back hand
On your neck
Or on your face
We don't care
Just don't disgrace
You will taste the power
Of the power of gods
Who gave us a gift
Better than mars pods yo
Repeating this everyday
You know it goes from hand to pay
Make sure you stay away
Faster than a horse with the neigh
Or Santa with a sleigh
But you know we do not weigh
We keep running an running
Until the taste starts coming
The flavour is stunning
Opposite of cunning
Footsteps are drumming
We are summoning
The strength from within
My patience running thin
Our sixth sense
Take it from experience
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have lots of money
For our frozen blend
Sugar Meat Salad - Ode to Frozen (feat. Jim & Wade) Lyrics
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Oh my god Wade
What is it Jim
Want some gatorade
Jim, what are you dim
What is it
What is wrong
You asked if I wanted gatorade
You absolute nong
My bad
My mistake
Damn, for a second
Kinda thought you were fake
What time is it
Ten past three
Lets get outta here
We can now be free
Filled with glee
Aint no fee
How will you pay
Have no money
Well it seems to me
I have to shout
You sure you wanna hand out
Yeah, no doubt
Have you stretched your legs
Yes, I am ready
As flexible
As cooked spaghetti
Don't have much time
I can almost taste it
Will be at our prime but
First we gotta pace it
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have lots of money
For our frozen blend
Down the bumpy road
Our whole squad sped
The colour of the frozen
Just about red
Getting that bread
Not feeling dead
Jed gotta rude head and thats
A straight fact, this is a pact
Kinda low-key stacked
Bag halfway zipped
Because you know
We dipped
But we are equipped
The running got us ripped
This is what we have chosen
This is for the frozen (Froze)
Pull up to the store
Feeling kinda thirsty
Year 7s in line
I'ma show no mercy
They be testing me
Like I'm a science experiment
I'm here to represent
Repaying the cash
Stealing the stash
Step to me, ima clash
Be quick or we'll dash
Out, we will lash (Dat a beat)
There's nothing between us
And the beverage
Our power's getting stronger
It's our leverage
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have much more money
For our frozen blend
Oh yeah, its us
Better watch your tone
You know we are prone
We gonna steal the throne we're the kings
Of the frozen land
Not just a band
But we are quite grand
Talk smack get a back hand
On your neck
Or on your face
We don't care
Just don't disgrace
You will taste the power
Of the power of gods
Who gave us a gift
Better than mars pods yo
Repeating this everyday
You know it goes from hand to pay
Make sure you stay away
Faster than a horse with the neigh
Or Santa with a sleigh
But you know we do not weigh
We keep running an running
Until the taste starts coming
The flavour is stunning
Opposite of cunning
Footsteps are drumming
We are summoning
The strength from within
My patience running thin
Our sixth sense
Take it from experience
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have lots of money
For our frozen blend
What is it Jim
Want some gatorade
Jim, what are you dim
What is it
What is wrong
You asked if I wanted gatorade
You absolute nong
My bad
My mistake
Damn, for a second
Kinda thought you were fake
What time is it
Ten past three
Lets get outta here
We can now be free
Filled with glee
Aint no fee
How will you pay
Have no money
Well it seems to me
I have to shout
You sure you wanna hand out
Yeah, no doubt
Have you stretched your legs
Yes, I am ready
As flexible
As cooked spaghetti
Don't have much time
I can almost taste it
Will be at our prime but
First we gotta pace it
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have lots of money
For our frozen blend
Down the bumpy road
Our whole squad sped
The colour of the frozen
Just about red
Getting that bread
Not feeling dead
Jed gotta rude head and thats
A straight fact, this is a pact
Kinda low-key stacked
Bag halfway zipped
Because you know
We dipped
But we are equipped
The running got us ripped
This is what we have chosen
This is for the frozen (Froze)
Pull up to the store
Feeling kinda thirsty
Year 7s in line
I'ma show no mercy
They be testing me
Like I'm a science experiment
I'm here to represent
Repaying the cash
Stealing the stash
Step to me, ima clash
Be quick or we'll dash
Out, we will lash (Dat a beat)
There's nothing between us
And the beverage
Our power's getting stronger
It's our leverage
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have much more money
For our frozen blend
Oh yeah, its us
Better watch your tone
You know we are prone
We gonna steal the throne we're the kings
Of the frozen land
Not just a band
But we are quite grand
Talk smack get a back hand
On your neck
Or on your face
We don't care
Just don't disgrace
You will taste the power
Of the power of gods
Who gave us a gift
Better than mars pods yo
Repeating this everyday
You know it goes from hand to pay
Make sure you stay away
Faster than a horse with the neigh
Or Santa with a sleigh
But you know we do not weigh
We keep running an running
Until the taste starts coming
The flavour is stunning
Opposite of cunning
Footsteps are drumming
We are summoning
The strength from within
My patience running thin
Our sixth sense
Take it from experience
Man we ain't sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy goodness
Is second to none
Taste buds going ham
Like a submachine gun
As we walk home
It may seem like the end
But we have lots of money
For our frozen blend
Writer: Orlando Catoggio, Wade O'Shanassy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Sugar Meat Salad
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Orlando Catoggio, Wade O'Shanassy