Passes You By Q-Tip

[Intro]
Yo, we've been seeing each other for a while
And one of the things I really appreciate about you
Is that when we in public
You be acting all shy and reserved and unsuspecting
But when the muh'fuckin' door closes, that freak come out
You be gettin' it, gettin' in

[Verse 1]
I was running my way, you know, the paper chase
Dot my I's and crossing my T's
Being raised in the hood, nigga, you knew that I would
Catch shorty as she start to breeze
Way she walked was awkward, and that made me be forward
I usually don't do what I'm about to now do
She rocked her glasses and had to pass her classes
Her last semester, her parents were investors
She seemed so shy but she had, something underneath of all that
You could tell from the scent of her person
Her ears perked when I started cursin'
I said, "Excuse me," her best imitation of bourgeois
"Let's watch a movie, allow me to pursue thee"
Hung out on broke day, stared at me in strange ways
I stared back, she held hand, and unfazed, she star-gazed
Mmm, and damn, she lookin' so good, and...
I'm fucked up, fam