[{"id":30896897,"name":"Passin’ Me By (video remix)","trackName":"Passin’ Me By (video remix)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Passin’ Me By","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now in my younger days I used to sport a sag\nWhen I went to school I'd carry lunch in a bag\nWith a apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\nAlways got mad when the class was dismissed\n\nBut when it was in session, I always had a question\nI would raise my hand to make her stand close to my desk and\nHelp me with my problem, it was never much\nJust a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n\nOh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\nShe was married to the man, he was a thug\nHis name was Lee, he drove a Z\nHe'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\n\nI was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus\nFirst I'd write her name then carve a plus\nWith my name last on the looking glass\nI seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on pass\n\nWhen I dream of fairy tales, I think of me and Shelly\nSee she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\nThat I should quit chasin' and look for something better\nBut the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\n\nI haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\nI just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\nI'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\nShe could be my broad, and I could be her\n\nAll I can do is stare\nBack as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\nNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated\nNot at all overrated, I think I need a prayer\n\nTo get in her book and it looks rather dry\nI guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\nAlthough she's crazy steppin', I'll try to stop her stride\n'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by\n\nTime for me to voice my opinion, can't be pretending she didn't have me\nSprung like a chicken, chasin' my tail like a doggie\nShe was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\nDamn, she looked good, downside, she had a man\n\nHe was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop\nShe told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\nShe was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand\nBy lettin' her pass I had proved to be a better man\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me\n\nNow there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\nAnd now the world around me begins movin' in slow motion\nWhenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\nOverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\n\nWait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence\nAnd I was so low key that she was unaware of my existence\nFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired her\nWired her a letter to get her, and it went\n\nMy dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me\nBut I know you very well\nNow let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\nWhen I try or make some sort of attempt, I simp\nDamn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp\n\n'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\nAnd if I was your man then I would be true\nThe only lying I would do is in the bed with you\nThen I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly\nP.S. love me tender\nThe letter came back three days later, return to sender, damn\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on pass\n\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\n\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Passin’ Me By (video remix)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Passin’ Me By\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now in my younger days I used to sport a sag\n  When I went to school I'd carry lunch in a bag\n  With a apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\n  Always got mad when the class was dismissed\n\n  But when it was in session, I always had a question\n  I would raise my hand to make her stand close to my desk and\n  Help me with my problem, it was never much\n  Just a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n\n  Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\n  She was married to the man, he was a thug\n  His name was Lee, he drove a Z\n  He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\n\n  I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus\n  First I'd write her name then carve a plus\n  With my name last on the looking glass\n  I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on pass\n\n  When I dream of fairy tales, I think of me and Shelly\n  See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\n  That I should quit chasin' and look for something better\n  But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\n\n  I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\n  I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\n  I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\n  She could be my broad, and I could be her\n\n  All I can do is stare\n  Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\n  Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated\n  Not at all overrated, I think I need a prayer\n\n  To get in her book and it looks rather dry\n  I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\n  Although she's crazy steppin', I'll try to stop her stride\n  'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by\n\n  Time for me to voice my opinion, can't be pretending she didn't have me\n  Sprung like a chicken, chasin' my tail like a doggie\n  She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\n  Damn, she looked good, downside, she had a man\n\n  He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop\n  She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\n  She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand\n  By lettin' her pass I had proved to be a better man\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me\n\n  Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\n  And now the world around me begins movin' in slow motion\n  Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\n  Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\n\n  Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence\n  And I was so low key that she was unaware of my existence\n  From a distance I desired, secretly admired her\n  Wired her a letter to get her, and it went\n\n  My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me\n  But I know you very well\n  Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\n  When I try or make some sort of attempt, I simp\n  Damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp\n\n  'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\n  And if I was your man then I would be true\n  The only lying I would do is in the bed with you\n  Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly\n  P.S. love me tender\n  The letter came back three days later, return to sender, damn\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on pass\n\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n"},{"id":31719464,"name":"Passin' Me By (Video Remix)","trackName":"Passin' Me By (Video Remix)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Passin' Me By","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now in my younger days I used to sport a sag\nWhen I went to school I'd carry lunch in a bag\nWith a apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\nAlways got mad when the class was dismissed\n\nBut when it was in session, I always had a question\nI would raise my hand to make her stand close to my desk and\nHelp me with my problem, it was never much\nJust a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n\nOh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\nShe was married to the man, he was a thug\nHis name was Lee, he drove a Z\nHe'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\n\nI was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus\nFirst I'd write her name then carve a plus\nWith my name last on the looking glass\nI seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on pass\n\nWhen I dream of fairy tales, I think of me and Shelly\nSee she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\nThat I should quit chasin' and look for something better\nBut the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\n\nI haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\nI just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\nI'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\nShe could be my broad, and I could be her\n\nAll I can do is stare\nBack as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\nNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated\nNot at all overrated, I think I need a prayer\n\nTo get in her book and it looks rather dry\nI guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\nAlthough she's crazy steppin', I'll try to stop her stride\n'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by\n\nTime for me to voice my opinion, can't be pretending she didn't have me\nSprung like a chicken, chasin' my tail like a doggie\nShe was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\nDamn, she looked good, downside, she had a man\n\nHe was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop\nShe told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\nShe was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand\nBy lettin' her pass I had proved to be a better man\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me\n\nNow there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\nAnd now the world around me begins movin' in slow motion\nWhenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\nOverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\n\nWait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence\nAnd I was so low key that she was unaware of my existence\nFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired her\nWired her a letter to get her, and it went\n\nMy dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me\nBut I know you very well\nNow let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\nWhen I try or make some sort of attempt, I simp\nDamn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp\n\n'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\nAnd if I was your man then I would be true\nThe only lying I would do is in the bed with you\nThen I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly\nP.S. love me tender\nThe letter came back three days later, return to sender, damn\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on pass\n\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\n\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Passin' Me By (Video Remix)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Passin' Me By\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now in my younger days I used to sport a sag\n  When I went to school I'd carry lunch in a bag\n  With a apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\n  Always got mad when the class was dismissed\n\n  But when it was in session, I always had a question\n  I would raise my hand to make her stand close to my desk and\n  Help me with my problem, it was never much\n  Just a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n\n  Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\n  She was married to the man, he was a thug\n  His name was Lee, he drove a Z\n  He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\n\n  I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus\n  First I'd write her name then carve a plus\n  With my name last on the looking glass\n  I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on pass\n\n  When I dream of fairy tales, I think of me and Shelly\n  See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\n  That I should quit chasin' and look for something better\n  But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\n\n  I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\n  I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\n  I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\n  She could be my broad, and I could be her\n\n  All I can do is stare\n  Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\n  Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated\n  Not at all overrated, I think I need a prayer\n\n  To get in her book and it looks rather dry\n  I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\n  Although she's crazy steppin', I'll try to stop her stride\n  'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by\n\n  Time for me to voice my opinion, can't be pretending she didn't have me\n  Sprung like a chicken, chasin' my tail like a doggie\n  She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\n  Damn, she looked good, downside, she had a man\n\n  He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop\n  She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\n  She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand\n  By lettin' her pass I had proved to be a better man\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me\n\n  Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\n  And now the world around me begins movin' in slow motion\n  Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\n  Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\n\n  Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence\n  And I was so low key that she was unaware of my existence\n  From a distance I desired, secretly admired her\n  Wired her a letter to get her, and it went\n\n  My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me\n  But I know you very well\n  Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\n  When I try or make some sort of attempt, I simp\n  Damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp\n\n  'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\n  And if I was your man then I would be true\n  The only lying I would do is in the bed with you\n  Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly\n  P.S. love me tender\n  The letter came back three days later, return to sender, damn\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on pass\n\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n  She keeps passin' me by\n"},{"id":33006909,"name":"Passin' Me By (Acapella)","trackName":"Passin' Me By (Acapella)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Passin' Me By / Pork","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now in my younger days, I used to sport a shag\nWhen I went to school, I carried lunch in a bag\nWith an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\nAlways got mad when the class was dismissed\nBut when it was in session, I always had a question\nI would raise my hand to make her stand, come to my desk\nAnd help me with my problem, it was never much\nJust a trick to smell her scent or try to sneak a touch\nOh, how I wish I could hold her hand or give her a hug\nShe was married to the man, he was a thug\nHis name was Lee, he drove a Z, he'd pick her up from school\nProbably at three o'clock, I was on her jock\nYes, indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus\nFirst I'd write her name, then carve a plus\nWith my name last on the looking glass\nI seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on pass\n\nWhen I dream of fairytales, I think of me and Shelly\nSee, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\nThat I should quit chasin' and look for somethin' better\nBut the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\nI have been going as far as asking if I could get with her\nI just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture\nI'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\nShe can be my broad and I can be her nigga\nBut all I can do is stare\nBack as kids we used to kiss when we played Truth or Dare\nNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated\nNot at all overrated, I think I need a prayer\nTo get in her book and it looks rather dry\nI guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\nAlthough she's crazy steppin', I try and stop the stride\n'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by\n\nAnd I must voice my opinion, can't be pretendin' she didn't have me\nSprung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggy\nShe was kind of like a star, thinkin' I was like a fan\nDude, she looked good, downside, she had a man\nHe was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop\nShe told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\nShe was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand\nBy lettin' her pass, I have proved to be a better man\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me\n\nNow there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\nAnd now the world around me begins movin' in slow motion\nWhenever she happens to walk by\nWhy does the apple of my eye overlook and disregard\nMy feelings no matter how much I try?\nWait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence\nAnd I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence\nFrom a distance, I desired her, secretly admired her\nWired her a letter to get her and it went\n\"My dear, my dear, my dear, you do\nNot know me but I know you very well\nNow let me tell you 'bout the feelings I feel for you when I try\nOr make some sort of attempt, I simp\nDamn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp\n'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\nAnd if I was your man then I would be true\nThe only lying I would do is in the bed with you\nThen I'd sign, 'Sincerely, the one who\nLoves you dearly, P.S. Love me tender'\"\nBut the letter came back three days later, return to sender\nDamn, damn, damn\n\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by (Woo)\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me by\nShe keeps on passin' me\n\nShe keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\nShe keeps passin' me by (She keeps)\nShe keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\nShe keeps passin' me by (She keeps)\nShe keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\nShe keeps passin' me by (She keeps)\nShe keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\nShe keeps passin' me by","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Passin' Me By (Acapella)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Passin' Me By / Pork\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now in my younger days, I used to sport a shag\n  When I went to school, I carried lunch in a bag\n  With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\n  Always got mad when the class was dismissed\n  But when it was in session, I always had a question\n  I would raise my hand to make her stand, come to my desk\n  And help me with my problem, it was never much\n  Just a trick to smell her scent or try to sneak a touch\n  Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand or give her a hug\n  She was married to the man, he was a thug\n  His name was Lee, he drove a Z, he'd pick her up from school\n  Probably at three o'clock, I was on her jock\n  Yes, indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus\n  First I'd write her name, then carve a plus\n  With my name last on the looking glass\n  I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on pass\n\n  When I dream of fairytales, I think of me and Shelly\n  See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\n  That I should quit chasin' and look for somethin' better\n  But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\n  I have been going as far as asking if I could get with her\n  I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture\n  I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\n  She can be my broad and I can be her nigga\n  But all I can do is stare\n  Back as kids we used to kiss when we played Truth or Dare\n  Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated\n  Not at all overrated, I think I need a prayer\n  To get in her book and it looks rather dry\n  I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\n  Although she's crazy steppin', I try and stop the stride\n  'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by\n\n  And I must voice my opinion, can't be pretendin' she didn't have me\n  Sprung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggy\n  She was kind of like a star, thinkin' I was like a fan\n  Dude, she looked good, downside, she had a man\n  He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop\n  She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\n  She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand\n  By lettin' her pass, I have proved to be a better man\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me\n\n  Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\n  And now the world around me begins movin' in slow motion\n  Whenever she happens to walk by\n  Why does the apple of my eye overlook and disregard\n  My feelings no matter how much I try?\n  Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence\n  And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence\n  From a distance, I desired her, secretly admired her\n  Wired her a letter to get her and it went\n  \"My dear, my dear, my dear, you do\n  Not know me but I know you very well\n  Now let me tell you 'bout the feelings I feel for you when I try\n  Or make some sort of attempt, I simp\n  Damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp\n  'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\n  And if I was your man then I would be true\n  The only lying I would do is in the bed with you\n  Then I'd sign, 'Sincerely, the one who\n  Loves you dearly, P.S. Love me tender'\"\n  But the letter came back three days later, return to sender\n  Damn, damn, damn\n\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by (Woo)\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me by\n  She keeps on passin' me\n\n  She keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\n  She keeps passin' me by (She keeps)\n  She keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\n  She keeps passin' me by (She keeps)\n  She keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\n  She keeps passin' me by (She keeps)\n  She keeps passin' me by (Da-da-da-da-doo-doo)\n  She keeps passin' me by\n"},{"id":25138830,"name":"Passin' Me By (Hot Chip Remix)","trackName":"Passin' Me By (Hot Chip Remix)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Passin' Me By","duration":357.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now in my younger days I used to sport a sag\nWhen I went to school I'd carry 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by\n\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by\nShe keeps passin' me by","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Passin' Me By (Brixton Flavour 12\")\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Passin' Me By\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now in my younger days I used to sport a sag\n  When I went to school I'd carry lunch in a bag\n  With a apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\n  Always got mad when the class was dismissed\n\n  But when it was in session, I always had a question\n  I would raise my hand to make her stand close to my desk and\n  Help me with my problem, it was never much\n  Just a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n\n  Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\n  She was married to the man, he was a thug\n  His name was Lee, he drove a Z\n  He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\n\n  I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I 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Love me tender\n  The letter came back three days later: return to Sender\n  Damn!\n\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n\n  She keeps passing me by\n  She keeps passing me by\n  She keeps passing me by\n  She keeps passing me by\n\n  She keeps passing me by\n  She keeps passing me by\n  She keeps passing me by\n  She keeps passing me by\n"},{"id":26216756,"name":"The Pharcyde","trackName":"The Pharcyde","artistName":"Passin' Me By","albumName":"Anthems Hip Hop II","duration":301.5836729,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now in my younger days I used to sport as sag\nWhen I went to school I carried lunch in a bag\nWith an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\nAlways got mad when the class was dismissed\nBut when it was in session, I always had a question\nI would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and\nHelp me with my problem, it was never much\nJust a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n\nOh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\nShe was married to the man, he was a thug, his name was Lee, he drove a Z\nHe'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\nI was on her jock, yes indeedy. I wrote graffiti on the bus\nFirst I'd write her name then carve a plus\nWith my name last, on the looking glass\nI seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\n\nWhen I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly\nSee, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\nThat I should quit chasin' and look for something better\nBut the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\nI haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\nI just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\nI'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\nShe could be my broad, and I could be her nigger\n\nBut all I can do is stare\nBack as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\nNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-rated\nI think I need a prayer\nTo get in her book and it looks rather dry\nI guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\nAlthough she's crazy steppin' I'll try to stop her stride\n'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by\n\nAnd I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me\nStrung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie\nShe was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\nDamn, she looked good, down side: she had a man\nHe was a rudey, too, a nincompoop\nShe told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\nShe was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand\nBy letting her pass I had proved to be a better man\n\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\n\nNow there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\nAnd now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motion\nWhenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\nOverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\nWait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance\nAnd I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence\nFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired her\nWired her a letter to get her, and it went:\n\nMy dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well\nNow let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\nWhen I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp\nDamn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!\n'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\nAnd if I was your man then I would be true\nThe only lying I would do is in the bed with you\nGive a try and consider the one who loves you dearly\nP.S. 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I wrote graffiti on the bus\nFirst I'd write her name then carve a plus\nWith my name last, on the looking glass\nI seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\n\nWhen I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly\nSee, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\nThat I should quit chasin' and look for something better\nBut the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\nI haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\nI just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\nI'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\nShe could be my broad, and I could be her nigger\n\nBut all I can do is stare\nBack as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\nNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-rated\nI think I need a prayer\nTo get in her book and it looks rather dry\nI guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\nAlthough she's crazy steppin' I'll try to stop her stride\n'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by\n\nAnd I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me\nStrung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie\nShe was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\nDamn, she looked good, down side: she had a man\nHe was a rudey, too, a nincompoop\nShe told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\nShe was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand\nBy letting her pass I had proved to be a better man\n\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\n\nNow there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\nAnd now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motion\nWhenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\nOverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\nWait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance\nAnd I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence\nFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired her\nWired her a letter to get her, and it went:\n\nMy dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well\nNow let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\nWhen I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp\nDamn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!\n'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\nAnd if I was your man then I would be true\nThe only lying I would do is in the bed with you\nGive a try and consider the one who loves you dearly\nP.S. Love me tender\nThe letter came back three days later: return to Sender\nDamn!\n\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\nShe keeps on passing me by\n\nShe keeps passing me by\nShe keeps passing me by\nShe keeps passing me by\nShe keeps passing me by\n\nShe keeps passing me by\nShe keeps passing me by\nShe keeps passing me by\nShe keeps passing me by","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.14] Now in my younger days I used to sport as sag\n[00:28.09] When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag\n[00:30.09] With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\n[00:33.05] Always got mad when the class was dismissed\n[00:36.04] But when it was in session, I always had a question\n[00:38.72] I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and\n[00:41.53] Help me with my problem, it was never much\n[00:44.36] Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n[00:46.85] Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\n[00:50.85] She was married to the man, he was a thug, his name was Lee, he drove a Z\n[00:53.80] He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\n[00:57.06] I was on her jock, yes indeedy. I wrote graffiti on the bus\n[01:01.50] First I'd write her name then carve a plus\n[01:03.69] With my name last, on the looking glass\n[01:06.56] I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n[01:11.58] She keeps on passing me by\n[01:16.97] She keeps on passing me by\n[01:22.93] She keeps on passing me by\n[01:27.63] She keeps on passing me by\n[01:31.18] When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly\n[01:34.16] See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\n[01:37.04] That I should quit chasin' and look for something better\n[01:39.06] But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\n[01:42.21] I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\n[01:44.96] I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\n[01:47.88] I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\n[01:50.16] She could be my broad, and I could be her nigger\n[01:53.75] But all I can do is stare\n[01:55.63] Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\n[01:58.74] Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-rated\n[02:02.90] I think I need a prayer\n[02:04.28] To get in her book and it looks rather dry\n[02:06.64] I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\n[02:09.69] Although she's crazy steppin' I'll try to stop her stride\n[02:12.53] 'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by\n[02:15.28] And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me\n[02:17.91] Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie\n[02:20.67] She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\n[02:23.46] Damn, she looked good, down side: she had a man\n[02:26.36] He was a rudey, too, a nincompoop\n[02:28.82] She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\n[02:31.55] She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand\n[02:34.63] By letting her pass I had proved to be a better man\n[02:39.93] She keeps on passing me by\n[02:45.44] She keeps on passing me by\n[02:50.51] She keeps on passing me by\n[02:56.10] She keeps on passing me by\n[03:00.10] \n[03:10.21] Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\n[03:12.22] And now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motion\n[03:14.83] Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\n[03:18.19] Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\n[03:21.38] Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance\n[03:25.07] And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence\n[03:27.25] From a distance I desired, secretly admired her\n[03:30.70] Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:\n[03:32.73] My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well\n[03:35.44] Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\n[03:37.76] When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp\n[03:40.69] Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!\n[03:42.78] 'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\n[03:44.30] And if I was your man then I would be true\n[03:46.19] The only lying I would do is in the bed with you\n[03:48.46] Give a try and consider the one who loves you dearly\n[03:50.24] P.S. Love me tender\n[03:51.59] The letter came back three days later: return to Sender\n[03:54.79] Damn!\n[03:57.03] She keeps on passing me by\n[04:01.10] \n[04:07.11] She keeps on passing me by\n[04:13.56] She keeps on passing me by\n[04:19.40] She keeps on passing me by\n[04:23.96] \n[04:38.17] She keeps passing me by\n[04:41.10] She keeps passing me by\n[04:43.84] She keeps passing me by\n[04:46.31] She keeps passing me by\n[04:49.22] She keeps passing me by\n[04:52.09] She keeps passing me by\n[04:54.71] She keeps passing me by\n[04:57.42] She keeps passing me by\n[04:58.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Passin' Me By\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now in my younger days I used to sport as sag\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 28090\n- text: When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag\n  start_ms: 28090\n  end_ms: 30090\n- text: With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss\n  start_ms: 30090\n  end_ms: 33050\n- text: Always got mad when the class was dismissed\n  start_ms: 33050\n  end_ms: 36040\n- text: But when it was in session, I always had a question\n  start_ms: 36040\n  end_ms: 38720\n- text: I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and\n  start_ms: 38720\n  end_ms: 41530\n- text: Help me with my problem, it was never much\n  start_ms: 41530\n  end_ms: 44360\n- text: Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch\n  start_ms: 44360\n  end_ms: 46850\n- text: Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug\n  start_ms: 46850\n  end_ms: 50850\n- text: She was married to the man, he was a thug, his name was Lee, he drove a Z\n  start_ms: 50850\n  end_ms: 53800\n- text: He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock\n  start_ms: 53800\n  end_ms: 57060\n- text: I was on her jock, yes indeedy. 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I wrote graffiti on the bus\n  First I'd write her name then carve a plus\n  With my name last, on the looking glass\n  I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass\n\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n\n  When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly\n  See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me\n  That I should quit chasin' and look for something better\n  But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter\n  I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her\n  I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture\n  I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger\n  She could be my broad, and I could be her nigger\n\n  But all I can do is stare\n  Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare\n  Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-rated\n  I think I need a prayer\n  To get in her book and it looks rather dry\n  I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye\n  Although she's crazy steppin' I'll try to stop her stride\n  'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by\n\n  And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me\n  Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie\n  She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan\n  Damn, she looked good, down side: she had a man\n  He was a rudey, too, a nincompoop\n  She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop\n  She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand\n  By letting her pass I had proved to be a better man\n\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n  She keeps on passing me by\n\n  Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian\n  And now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motion\n  Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye\n  Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?\n  Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance\n  And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence\n  From a distance I desired, secretly admired her\n  Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:\n\n  My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well\n  Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you\n  When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp\n  Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!\n  'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so\n  And if I was your man then I would be true\n  The only lying I would do is in the bed with you\n  Give a try and consider the one who loves you dearly\n  P.S. 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