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lirik lagu passin’ me by (fly as pie remix) – the pharcyde

[chorus]
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by

[verse 1: bootie brown]
now in my younger days when i used to sport a sh-g
i would go to school, carry lunch in a bag
with an apple for my teacher cause i knew i’d get a kiss
always got mad when the cl-ss 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 for it was never much
just a trick, to smell her scent or 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 promptly at 3 o’clock
but i was on the jock, yes indeedy, wrote graffiti on the bus (on the bus)
i’d carve her name then write a plus
with my name last (last), on the looking gl-ss (gl-ss)
i seen her yesterday but still i had to let her p-ss

[chorus]
she keeps p-ssing me by (she keeps p-ssing me by)
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by (she keeps p-ssing me by)
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by (she keeps p-ssing me by)
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by (she keeps p-ssing me by)
she keeps p-ssing me by

[verse 2: slimkid3]
now when i dream of fairytales, i think of me and sh-lly
’cause 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 love 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 n-gga
but, all i can do was 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 and stop the stride
’cause i won’t have no more of this p-ssing me by

[verse 3: imani]
and i must voice my opinion, can’t be pretending she didn’t have me
sprung like a chicken, chasing my tail like a doggie
she was like a star (star), thinking i was like a fan (fan)
d-mn, she looked good, down side: she had a man
he was a rooty-toot, he was a nincomp–p
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 p-ss, i proved to be a better man

[verse 4: fatlip]
now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
and now the world around me begins moving 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
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 feel for you when i try
or make some sort of attempt, i simp
d-mn 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
signed sincerely, the one who loves you dearly, p.s. love me tender
but the letter came back three days later: return to sender

[outro]
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by
she keeps p-ssing me by

- the pharcyde

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