Texty: Pharcyde, The. Passing Me By.

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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 cuz I knew Id getta 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

She keeps on passin me by

She keeps on passin me by

She keeps on pass



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

She keeps on passin me by

She keeps on passin me by

She keeps on passin me



Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian

And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion

whenever 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!

Cuz 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..