Song Details: Running All Over the Place Blue in the Face Lyrics. The song name is BIG BODY BROTHERS which is sung by Billy Marchiafava & Chandler.
Running All Over the Place Blue in the Face Lyrics
[Intro: Chandler]
Yeah
Can I get some? You know what I’m askin’ for
[Chorus: Chandler]
You’re a motherfuckin’ simp, that’s just my two pennies, woah
Eatin’ good, early mornin’, bacon, eggs, Benny, yeah (Yeah)
Heavy big body brother, lotta weight, got plenty, damn
All the sauce, out my noodle, out my dick, pascetti
[Verse 1: Chandler]
Ah, shut the fuck up for me, need a muzzle, shut the fuck up
You the type the type that doesn’t read the room, I’m the type to leave ’em puzzled
How in the hell did you ever get into thе room? Boy, you got me befuddled
GTFO, GTFO of thе buildin’, ‘fore you get in trouble (Alright, I’m about to yell)
I’m runnin’ all over the place, blue in the face, lookin’ like Sonic
Got up on stage around nine and the next day they called it iconic
In between that, I was off of some tonic
Vodka and lime and a pack of the chronic
Bring death to a beat, shit is bubonic
[Chorus: Chandler]
You’re a motherfuckin’ simp, that’s just my two pennies, woah (Yeah)
Eatin’ good, early mornin’, bacon, eggs, Benny, yeah (Yeah)
Heavy big body brother, lotta weight, got plenty, damn (Damn, yeah)
All the sauce, out my noodle, out my dick, pascetti (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Billy Marchiafava]
Pull up to the party and I’m already drunk (Yeah)
Hit the road, do a show, put the merch in the trunk (Woo, woo)
Illinois boy (Uh), JB prints your money
Burly back like a vertebrae buddy (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, me and Chandler beefed up, big baggage handlers
Big bucks not talkin’ antlers (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Ayy, fuck with the gang, get damaged (Uh)
Fuck with the name, get handled, woo, woo (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I heard he want smoke, put him out like a candle (Woo)
Broke-ass motherfucker selling plasma (Yeah)
Billy not a rapper, he an animal (Uh)
I heard you like it’s stamina, I pull up in a black Grand National (Fuck)
Fake plate, big weight, big steak (Woo)
Big tipper (Woo)
Y’all some rats, chinchilla
Big wig splitter (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hunnid K in my notes app
I could make a song every week ’til I collapse (Woo, woo)
Everybody waiting for the collab (Woo, woo)
Tell a hater, “Relax” (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I’ma be runnin’ these bars ’til I’m grey in the beard and I’m sittin’ on the porch like a (What?)
Sittin’ on the porch like an old man (Like what?)
[Outro: Billy Marchiafava]
Sittin’ on the motherfuckin’ porch like an old man