Pharcyde - Passin Me By Lyrics
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shagWhen I went to school I carried lunch in a bagWith an apple for my teacher cause I knew Id get a kissAlways got mad when the class was dismissedBut when it was in session, I always had a questionI would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk andHelp me with my problem, it was never muchJust a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touchOh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hugShe was married to the man, he was a thug,His name was lee, he drove a z,Hed pick her up from school promptly at three oclockI was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the busFirst Id 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 passShe keeps on passin me by...When I dream of fairytales I think of me and shellySee shes my type of hype and I cant stand when brothers tell meThat I should quit chasin and look for something betterBut the smile that she shows makes me a go-getterI havent gone as far as asking if I could get with herI just play it by ear and hope she gets the pictureIm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the triggerShe 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 dareNow shes more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-catedNot at all over-rated, I think I need a prayerTo get in her boots and it looks rather dryI guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eyeAlthough shes crazy steppin, Ill try to stop her strideCause I wont have no more of this passin me byAnd I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didnt have meStrung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggieShe was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fanDude, she looked good, down side: she had a manHe was a rooty-toot, a nincompoopShe told me soon your little birdies gonna fly the coopShe was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understandBy lettin her pass I had proved to be a better manShe keeps on passin me by...Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopianAnd now the world around me be gets movin in slow motionWhen-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eyeOverlook 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 existanceFrom 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 wellNow let me tell you about the feelings I have for youWhen I try, or make some sort of attempt, I sympDamn I wish I wasnt such a wimp!cause then I would let you know that I love you soAnd if I was your man then I would be trueThe only lying I would do is in the bed with youThen I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tenderThe letter came back three days later: return to senderDamn!She keeps on passin me by...
