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Stray Cats Broken Man

night he ran Broken man, broken man with a briefcase in his hand The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night he ran Broken man, broken man

for passion, man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns with the bread cause we in here tossing cheese used to be broke

broke but I don't care I strut right by with my tail in the air Stray cat strut, well, I'm a ladies cat I'm a feline Casanova, hey man that's that Get

passion, man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns with the bread cause we in here tossing cheese Used to be broke

dude. I wish you knew what I do It don't phase us cause we claim to be aliens and strangers Cats liftin his name up and telling folks he saved us We strayed

goats I speak all my life under oath Since a kid, troublesome Thrownin' shit at little girls jump ropes Bustin' B-B Guns at stray cats, that was way

man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns with the bread cause we in here tossing cheese Used to be broke

car It was crowded, it was jammed There were hit men with their lambs There were stray dogs with their nuns Holding on to silver guns They robbed the fat cats

, man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns with the bread cause we in here tossing cheese Used to be broke