Out Of My Mind
[Hook: B.o.B]I'm, I'm, I'mOut of my, out of my mindOut of my fucking mindI'm, I'mOut of my, out of my mindOut of my mind (It's B-O)I'm out of my, my mind (B)Out of my, my, my, my mindI'm out of my fucking mindOut of my fucking mind
[Verse 1: B.o.B]I'm out of my fucking mind, gee, gee, golly, oh myI was doing fine, once upon a timeThen my brain left and it didn't say byeDon't look at me wrong; I'm out of my mindLike Nostradamus and da Vinci combinedSo paranoid of espionageI'm watching my doors and checking my blindsMy brain is on vacation, they telling meAnd I'm bi-polar to the severityAnd I need medication, apparentlyAnd some electrocompulsive therapyI am a rebel, but yes, I'm so militantStill I'm illegible for disabilitiesI am psychotic but there is no remedyThis is not figurative, this is literallyIf these niggas go dumb, I go to the mental facilitySee, man I'm so out there, I slap fives with ETI don't need a featureThey don't want me to eat A La Carte when I'm on this beatIf you feel the same as me, then you got to agreeI'm out of my mind
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[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]What's your name? B.o.B?So, they calling you Bob?Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the 'BobCouple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrobWell, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm)You don't need a feature?Nigga, I'm the featureYou gon' be the priest, and I'mma be the preacherYou can be the He-Man, I'mma be the She-RaYou can be the Grim, I'mma be the ReaperNow can we pretend them airplanes in the night skiesAre like shooting stars?Well, you gon' really need a wish right nowWhen my goons come through and start shooting starsYou know, I'm all about shoes and carsI'm kinda drunk off booze, BacardiI told Baby when I get my new advanceI'mma blow that motherfucker on a blue BugattiYou know, I graduated summa cum laudeThat's why they thinking I'm IlluminatiAnd matter fact, let's kiss and make-upI'll help you escape on my blue DucatiHallelujah!
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[Interlude: B.o.B]I'm out of itI can't seem to come out of itWhat's going on inside of my head?It feels like I'm being John MalkovichLadies and gentlemen, please tone it down a bitThere is an announcement, I like to announce (It...)Wait, how am I suppose to pronounce this shit?
[Verse 3: B.o.B]I don't need a sub, I don't a speakerCause a nigga bring the noise like an onomatopoeiaLeave him in the dust, all he see is my AdidasNa na na na boo boo, wouldn't want to be yaNever turning back, how you think I got here?And I'm never slowing down, fuck was that a deer?If you got a problem, step to the officeMatter fact, never mind, talk to the Kiosk, bi-atchYou have no ideaThat's why they call me B dot; been a maniac ever since I was knee-highMan, I swear to God, I'mma need helpSomeone call Charter; maybe call FEMACause I got to be crazy or outta my mind to have this many stacks on my VISA
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[Outro: B.o.B]Wait, if I'm here and you're there?And I'm here and you're there? [repeats](If I'm there and you're here?)And I'm here and you're there?(If I'm there and you're here?)And if I'm here and you're there?(If I'm there and you're here?)And if I'm here and you're there?
[Outro: Nicki Minaj (whispering)]Yeah, you're right there, and hereUm, yeah, yeah (We're outta here)Nicki, B.o.B, ho(Shh... they might be listening)