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Gregory Nichols - *PHIBONACCI Lyrics



Gregory Nichols - *PHIBONACCI Lyrics




Ooh!
Fibonacci, fem boy
Used to see him at the store
Every day, I can't ignore
Caught his eye, my allure
Open heart to a 5'5" nigga, or
Solo cup of liquor
Breath smelled of the sorts
I ain't mind, nevermore
Baby Greg wanted more
Told em' "I ain't never see, before
Fire walk through a door"
Told me that "I never bore,
When I smile in the morn'"
Every time that we'd speak
I'd frown a bit, but now he beeps the horn
Let em' shuck it like it's corn
Everything was going warm
But then and there I could've sworn
I heard a voice go: "baby?"

What?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
Nigga, What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (C'mon!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?

"Baby Baby, you're all around the world
And lately, lately, I'm kinda like your girl
So take me, take me,
Take me by the hand, and bring me, bring me, bring me to your land just
Show me those secrets, you think no one Notices all of your scars?"
So, Can ya' pray with me, play with me
Cross your heart and hope to wanna stay with me?
Maybe he, lay with me, lately ("Show me")
Well Absolutely, monkey
I would love to keep it faunky
Prayed to God above, you'd want me
In a haste, You seem to flaunt it
More than ever, that you're horny
Body's calling, night through morning
Shine or storming, "What if he decides
That Baby Greg is boring?"
Sir, I'm pouring all my feelings on this curb, Heart is swarming
Like a hornet That would rather pass en Route to Wake a Forest
As you exit orbit, Planet Aquaria Spilts, and Reeks of tournament, abandonment is here, And time ain't on my side, now I'm Mourning, baby (just)

What it is, what it is? (Just!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?

Now turn around and show me the way you Really move, okay?
You can't talk to me no "any type of way ya' Feeling that day" (uh-uh!)
You wanna leave Planet Aquariia and that's Fine, baby, alright
You got killas lined up next to me from my Left eye to my right
Now I can tell the way that you look at me, That your jealousy is unclear
Mad as hell that I can speak truthfully and My word's weight you'll bare
You can finally take a look at me, and find The words that aren't there
When I look at you, I'm seeing through, And The wage of death is my stare
I Wish that I could paint a picture that could Heal the blind, see cause I'm, fixing to speak To them thoughts within your mind, you will Find, when inclined, love is not a race of Time, it's often but a direction that ascends To the Devine
So, Heavenly father I pray to the spirit a Nigga stops wasting his gift (and)
Love, it could bully ya', make a buffoon of ya', Maybe, but what of a risk? (so)
Tell me you leaving, devoid of a reason and Maybe I'm slipping a disk (cause)
Love is the permanent burden of learning to Feel, build, kill, and that's

What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
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Ooh!
Fibonacci, fem boy
Used to see him at the store
Every day, I can't ignore
Caught his eye, my allure
Open heart to a 5'5" nigga, or
Solo cup of liquor
Breath smelled of the sorts
I ain't mind, nevermore
Baby Greg wanted more
Told em' "I ain't never see, before
Fire walk through a door"
Told me that "I never bore,
When I smile in the morn'"
Every time that we'd speak
I'd frown a bit, but now he beeps the horn
Let em' shuck it like it's corn
Everything was going warm
But then and there I could've sworn
I heard a voice go: "baby?"

What?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
Nigga, What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (C'mon!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?

"Baby Baby, you're all around the world
And lately, lately, I'm kinda like your girl
So take me, take me,
Take me by the hand, and bring me, bring me, bring me to your land just
Show me those secrets, you think no one Notices all of your scars?"
So, Can ya' pray with me, play with me
Cross your heart and hope to wanna stay with me?
Maybe he, lay with me, lately ("Show me")
Well Absolutely, monkey
I would love to keep it faunky
Prayed to God above, you'd want me
In a haste, You seem to flaunt it
More than ever, that you're horny
Body's calling, night through morning
Shine or storming, "What if he decides
That Baby Greg is boring?"
Sir, I'm pouring all my feelings on this curb, Heart is swarming
Like a hornet That would rather pass en Route to Wake a Forest
As you exit orbit, Planet Aquaria Spilts, and Reeks of tournament, abandonment is here, And time ain't on my side, now I'm Mourning, baby (just)

What it is, what it is? (Just!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?

Now turn around and show me the way you Really move, okay?
You can't talk to me no "any type of way ya' Feeling that day" (uh-uh!)
You wanna leave Planet Aquariia and that's Fine, baby, alright
You got killas lined up next to me from my Left eye to my right
Now I can tell the way that you look at me, That your jealousy is unclear
Mad as hell that I can speak truthfully and My word's weight you'll bare
You can finally take a look at me, and find The words that aren't there
When I look at you, I'm seeing through, And The wage of death is my stare
I Wish that I could paint a picture that could Heal the blind, see cause I'm, fixing to speak To them thoughts within your mind, you will Find, when inclined, love is not a race of Time, it's often but a direction that ascends To the Devine
So, Heavenly father I pray to the spirit a Nigga stops wasting his gift (and)
Love, it could bully ya', make a buffoon of ya', Maybe, but what of a risk? (so)
Tell me you leaving, devoid of a reason and Maybe I'm slipping a disk (cause)
Love is the permanent burden of learning to Feel, build, kill, and that's

What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
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What it is, what it is?
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What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
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What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is? (What!)
What it is, what it is?
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Writer: Gregory Nichols Jr., Devonte’ Woodard
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Performed By: Gregory Nichols
Language: English
Length: 3:51
Written by: Gregory Nichols Jr., Devonte’ Woodard

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