Wicked Styley

When the sun sinks
And your skies all fade so low
Looking to the hills
For something new

And by the time it feels like
I should say I've tried oh well
Your heading for the hills
To change my mood

You amaze me
Fill me up with your words so crazy
You know you got a wicked style
I can feel it when your over
I can feel it when your

And when the sun sinks
And your skies all fade to hell
You look any way but down
You catch yourself

You catch a plane
You catch a phase
Someplace new like Chicago
Well I'll be there by tomorrow
You amaze me
Fill me up with your words so crazy
You know you got a wicked style
And I feel it when your over

Amaze me
Fill me up with your looks and faces
You know you got a wicked style
But hey that's the cost of kicking

I can feel it when your over
I can feel it when your over

I can feel it when your over
I can feel it when your over

And you taste like Coca Cola