B.o.B - Out of My Mind ft. Nicki Minaj

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of my fucking mind

I'm, I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of my, yeah

I'm out of my my my mind, out of my mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, mind

I'm out of my fucking mind

Out of my fucking mind (mind, mind)

I'm out of my fucking mind, G-G-golly, oh my

I was doing fine, once upon a time

'Til my brain left and it didn't say bye

Don't look at me wrong (ha); I'm out of my mind (yah)

Like Nostradamus and da Vinci combined

So paranoid of espionage

I'm watching my doors and checking my blinds

My brain is on vacation, they telling me yeah

And I'm bi-polar to the severity (severity)

And I need medication, apparently (apparently)

And some electrocompulsive therapy (therapy)

I am a rebel but yes I'm so militant

Still I'm eligible for disabilities

I am psychotic but there is no remedy

This is not figurative, this is literally

I-I-If these niggas go dumb, I go to the mental facilityyy

See, man I'm so out there, I slap fives with E.T. (slap five)

I don't need a feature, they don't want me to eat A La Carte when I'm on this beat (this beat)

If you feel the same as me, then you gotta agree

I'm, I'm

Out of my, Out of my, mind

Out of my, fucking mind

I'm, I'm

Out of my, Out of my, mind

Out of my

I'm out of my m-m-mind

Out of my m-m-my

I'm out of my, fucking, mind

Out of my, fucking, mind, mind

What's your name? B.o.B?

So, they callin' you Bob?

Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the Barb

Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob (throb)

Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm)

You don't need a feature?

Nigga, I'm the feature

You gon' be the priest, and I'mma be the preacher

You can be the he-man, I'mma be the she-ra

You can be the Grim, I'mma be the Reaper

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night skies like shooting stars?

Well, you gon' really need a wish right now

When my goons come through and start shooting stars

You know, I'm all about shoes and cars

I'm kinda drunk off booze Bacardi

I told Baby when I get my new advance

I'mma blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti

You know, I graduated summa cum laude

That's why they thinking I'm Illuminati

And matter fact, let's kiss and make-up

I'll help you escape on my blue Ducati

Hallelujah!

Out of my, Out of my, mind