Passin' Me By Songtext
von The Pharcyde

Now in my younger days, I used to sport a shag
When I went to school, I carried lunch in my 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 recess, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stack up to my desk
Can you help me with my problem? It was never much
Just a trick to spell or spell it, I tried to sneak a touch

Oh, how I wished I could hold her hand or give her a hug
She was married to a man, he was a thug, his name was Lee
He drove a Z, he picked her up from school probably at 3 o′clock
I was on her jock, yes indeed-y
I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her initials, then carve a plus
With my name last, look through 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 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 chasing 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 shooting for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She can be my broad and I can be her -

All I can do is stay up, back as kids we used to kiss
When we played Truth or Dare
Now she′s more sophisticated, highly educated, not at all overrated
I think I need a prayer to get in her book
And it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy stepping, I'm trying to stop the stride
′Cause I won′t have no more of this passin' me by


Time for me to voice my opinion
Can′t be pretending she didn't have me sprung like a chicken
Chasing my tail like a doggy, she was kind of like a star
Thinking I was like a fan, damn she looked good
Downside, she had a man, he was a rudy toot, a nincompoop
She told me, "Junior, let the birdie go and fly the coop"
She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand
But letting the past, I 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 by

Now there she goes again, the dope Ethiopian
And now the world around me begins moving 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 persistence
And I was so low key that she was unaware of my existence
From a distance I desired her, secretly admired her

Write her a letter together, ending with
"My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me
But I know you very well and let me tell you about the feelings
I have for you when I try or make some sort of attempt, I simp

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 it, "Truly yours, the one who loves you dearly. PS: Love me tender"
But the letter came back three days later: Return to Sender
Damn!

She keeps on passin′ me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin′ me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps passin′
Passin' me by, yeah

She keeps passin′ me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin′ me by
She keeps passin′ me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin′ me by
She keeps passin' me by