Passin' Me By [hot Chip Remix Instrumental] Lyrics - Passin' Me By - Pharcyde

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 stand, come 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 (Never the less, I'll say it again) 

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 shooting 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 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'll try to stop her stride 

Cause I won't have no more of this passing 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 doggie 

She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan 

Damn, 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 letting her pass I had proved to be a better man 

She keeps on passing me by (Never the less, I'll say it again) 

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian 

And now the world around me be gets moving in slow motion when 

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 persistence 

And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence 

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 (Never the less, I'll say it again)