Passin' Me By (Brixton Flavour) - The Pharcyde
Now in my younger days
I used to sport as 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 passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing
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 passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me
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 passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing
