Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Passing Me By, artist - The Pharcyde.
Date of issue: 04.02.2005
Song language: English
Passing 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… |