Pharcyde: Passin' Me By | Song-Factsheet


Song «Passin' Me By» von Pharcyde.


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1992 11 24 (Album), 1993 03 18 (Single)
Label: Delicious Vinyl 92222, Delicious Vinyl PRCD 4987
Songwriter T. Hardson & J. Martinez & R. Robinson & D. Stewart & E. Wilcox
Produktion: J-Swift
Genre: Hip-Hop - Goldenage


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Personen und Querverweise

T. Hardson
J. Martinez
R. Robinson
D. Stewart
E. Wilcox


[Verse 1: Bootie Brown] 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 [Hook] She keeps on passing me by (Never the less, I'll say it again) [Verse 2: SlimKid 3] 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 [Verse 3: Imani] 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Fatlip] 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 [Hook]