[Verse: Stanley Ipkuss]
Life is sour like those yellow lemon gumdrops
Though he fights the power he gets mellow when the fun stops
Kid with the crusty lips, shell toes & dumb socks
Fitted in a trusty lid & well known to run stops
Stuck in a tunnel like a pipe full of dreams
But the tunnel vision he's glimpsin' is site for the green
Filled with rightful esteem, but a pessimistic viewpoint
Easily evidently catch him kickin' new joints
And kind of nervous too, gotta admit
But soon as they heard it they reverted & popped it in switch
Blessed with a proper gift, felt entitled to a good rep
Stuck in the same path recycling foot steps
Duckin' the rain splashes, slightly his hood's wet
Rubbin' the paint patches right off his wool threads
Phantom of the night time a vandal at daybreak
Other folks don't seem to handle it the same way
But it's handled & it's done with
Never scramblin' to make plans the man always ran with the punches
And the only thing that'd drive him insane
Is gettin' flyers from promoters, with an "I" in his name, he sayin'
[Chorus]
I.P.K.U.S.S [x4]
Yes
It's spelled
I.P.K.U.S.S [x4]
U.S.S