Passin' Me By (Hot Chip Remix Instrumental)-The Pharcyde/Hot Chip

Passin' Me By - 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 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 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