Lyrics Passin' Me By - The Pharcyde

Passin' Me By

Now in my younger days i used to sport a shag
When i went to school i carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause i knew i’d get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, i always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how i wish i could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug,
His name was lee, he drove a z,
He’d pick her up from school promptly at three o’clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy i wrote graffiti on the bus
First i’d write her name then carve a plus,
With my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still i had to let her pass
She keeps on passin me by…
When i dream of fairytales i think of me and shelly
See she’s my type of hype and i can’t stand when brothers tell me That i should quit chasin’and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven’t gone as far as asking if i could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
I’m shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and i could be her (nigga)
But, all i can do is stare…
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she’s more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated, i think i need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she’s crazy steppin, i’ll try to stop her stride
Cause i won’t have no more of this passin me by And i must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn’t have me Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking i was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdie’s gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and i was born not to understand
By lettin her pass i had proved to be a better man
She keeps on passin me by…
Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by — why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much i try?
Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And i was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance i desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but i know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings i have for you
When i try, or make some sort of attempt, i symp
Damn i wish i wasn’t such a wimp!
'cause then i would let you know that i love you so And if i was your man then i would be true
The only lying i would do is in the bed with you
Then i signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
The letter came back three days later: return to sender
Damn!
She keeps on passin me by…