| Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
| Mood |
On Cloud Nine |
Similar Artists |
The Rolling Stones, Aerosmith |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
She sell the cocaine, baby, um!
Got them hundred dollar bills,
She live in the fast lane
I tell you, She'd shoot to kill,
Because she, do a hundred and fifteen, flyin', flyin'
Flyin' down that freeway,
Living like a mad man on the ceiling
Could you, Could you,
Oh could you give me the feeling,
Cos I would be a bad man if you let me,
Coming, coming, coming through that window
In the midnight hour, As a dirty fellow,
Because I do a hundred and fifteen, flyin', flyin'
Flying down that freeway
Living like a bad man on the ceiling,
Could you, could you
Could you give me the feeling
Cos I could give you what you need, oh
Baby what you need, yeah,
Give you what you need, oh
Just don't come with disease
Yeah baby get down
She bring the cocaine,
Baby um, with them hundred dollar bills,
I bring her the Mary Jane
And then we, mix 'em with them pills,
Because we do a hundred and fifteen
Flying, flying,
Flying down that freeway,
Living like a mad man on the ceiling,
Could you, could you,
Could you give me the feeling
Cos I could give you what you need, oh
Baby what you need, yeah,
Give you what you need, oh
Just don't come with disease
Yeah baby get down
Cos I could give you what you need, oh
Baby what you need, yeah,
Give you what you need, oh
Just don't come with disease
Yeah baby get down
©, Tanner Horn, 2005