Listen to Runny Egg (feat. Example & Elro) by Vibe Chemistry, Local & Window Kid

Runny Egg (feat. Example & Elro)

Vibe Chemistry, Local & Window Kid

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Vibe Chemistry X Example X Window Kid X Local X Elro - Runny Egg (Official Music Video)

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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

Vibe Chemistry

Künstler:in

Local

Künstler:in

Window Kid

Künstler:in

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Alex Morisco-Tarr

Alex Morisco-Tarr

Komponist:in

Elliot Gleave Richard Sheppard Greg Pikett Ian Llewellyn-Rowe

Elliot Gleave Richard Sheppard Greg Pikett Ian Llewellyn-Rowe

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Lyrics

[Chorus]

Fat sausage-sarnie and a runny egg

[Verse 1]

I said ugh!

Mingin'! (Ayy)

Filthy!

Stinking (Jheeze!)

This one's dirty like a crackhead's kitchen

I was sipping, whiffin', forty-pound tickin'

I was broke in Tescos, nickin' chicken

Blokes, I'm a vandal

Gamble

Amstel

Screwball, and I scramble

Jingle and I jangle

So if you need the vibes, just give me a bell though

I told her that my name was Elro, well though

[Verse 2]

You sure that's coke? (Fuck knows, John)

'Cause I feel all wonky

I'm gonna pop to smoke

I got two ticks on me

I lost them both

So l'll ask this worldy

What was the issue?

It was a joke (Can you lend me a fiver, love?)

Just emptied the fruity twice

Popped to the bar

Vodka-ice

Caught eyes with a girl that's nice

Clocked what she bought, then bought it twice

I might be the awkward type

But I can fix that with a bag that's white

If you try call that guy and he don't text back, then ring that twice

[Verse 3]

I met this Slater girl (What?)

I think her name was Kat

And I think she's fit, but she probably thinks I'm fat

And it probably doesn't help that l'm a massive twat

But l do have a butcher, and his name is Pat

I'm a mishap with a hip flask and a Kit-Kat and a six-pack

And some shit chat and a chick that's got a big back

But right now I'm on my own, I'm linking with the lads later

So I'll have two pints of Guinness please

Thanks, waiter

[Chorus]

Fat, fat

Fat, fat, fat, fat

Fat sausage-sarnie and a runny egg

[Verse 4]

Fat sausage, where'd you stick it?

Tell her check her back pocket

Wrong socket

Then I take your mic and run to stage, rock it

Here's one for your nostril, call me Nostradamus

Catch me with the actors, and the gangsters, and the pranksters, and the weed farmers

I'm your favourite dealer celebrity

And as I say this one, just pay me some

I don't care one bit, what playlist, play this one

Just swiftly do a Jägerbomb with Kayleigh's son, and ravey John

Then Taylor Swift inside the boozer's toilets with your baby mum

Written by: Alex Morisco-Tarr, Elliot Gleave, Elliot Gleave Richard Sheppard Greg Pikett Ian Llewellyn-Rowe, Greg Pikett, Richard Sheppard