Wicked Styley

When the sun sinks and the skies all fade so low And I'm 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 anyway but down, you catch yourself You catch a plane, 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 I can feel it when your over You amaze me Fill me up with your looks and faces You know you got a wicked style I can feel it when your over 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