Song Match Box - Carl Perkins. Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes. Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes. I ain't got no matches, but I got a
Song Boston Jail - Carl Belew. Wino Skid Row Joe some on vegranci. They've got all kinds in the Boston jail now they've got me. In the county jail in old Boston they've got all kinds you see. From
Bài hát Carl Poppa - Bad Lip Reading, Carl G. I hurt the gingerbread boy. ‘Cuz he’s pretend bread boy. Little cookie man never waved to me. So he got knocked out. Man, cuz I flow. La Jiggy Jar Jar
drinks down. And give a warm round of applause for Chicago land's own. Mr. Carl Thomas, Carl Thomas, ladies and gentlemen Oh yeah, yeah. Said I got to get ready. 'Cause I wanna be with you tonight
The cat is in a corner. Of pur and pan. Mom, I feel a calm condensation. Cast from his eye. . He's on to me. Yeah, he's on to me. Uh huh, uh huh. . The static of the city. A shot into the ve
I use to stand in this maze. I feel very naked. Like a wolf in a cage. I start to celebrate. The one thing I can't taste. I can't taste anymore. . Planning how to rise. Out of this pile of ash
