Passin' Me By (Explicit) - The Pharcyde

Written by：John Boone

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 (ni**a)

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

Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin 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 b