Passing Me By - The Pharcyde, Pharcyde, The

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…