Passin' Me By 歌词
| 歌曲 | Passin' Me By |
| 歌手 | The Pharcyde |
| 专辑 | Sold My Soul |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hardson, Martinez, Robinson ... | |
| 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 (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 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 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 passin me by... |
| zuo ci : Hardson, Martinez, Robinson ... | |
| 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 gogetter | |
| 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 edumacated | |
| not at all overrated, 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 rootytoot, 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 | |
| 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 lowkey 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 passin me by... |
| zuò cí : Hardson, Martinez, Robinson ... | |
| 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 gogetter | |
| 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 edumacated | |
| not at all overrated, 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 rootytoot, 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 | |
| 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 lowkey 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 passin me by... |
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