Bài hát Fill Her Up - Earl Scruggs. Mobile station. Where I stand. This old gas pump. In my hand. The Boss don't like me. Face like a weasel,. All on my hands. The smell of diesel. Here comes
Hook. Somethin’ sinister to it. Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving. Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf. Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my sh