[Hook:]
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).
[Ver1:]
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; I'm out of my mind
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
And I'm bi-polar to the severity
And I need medication, apparently
And some electrocompulsive 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
If these niggas go dumb, I go to the mental facility
See, man I'm so out there, I slap fives with E.T.
I don't need a feature, they don't want me to eat A La Carte when I'm on this beat
If you feel the same as me, then you gotta agree
(I'm outta my mind).
[Ver2:]
What's your name? B.o.B
So, they callin' you Bob
Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the Bob
Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob
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'm a be the preacher
You can be the he-man, I'm a be the she-ra
You can be the Grim, I'm a be the Reaper
We can pretend that airplanes in the night skies
Are 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'm a 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!
[Interlude:]
I'm out of it
I can't seem to come out of it
What's going on inside of my head?
It feels like I'm being John Malkovich
Ladies and gentlemen, please turn it down a bit
There's an announcement, I like to announce (It)
Wait, how am I'm suppose to pronounce this shit?
[Ver3:]
I don't need a sub, I don't need a speaker
Cause a nigga bring the noise like an onomatopoeia
Leave him in the dust, all he see is my Adidas
Na na na na boo boo, wouldn't want to be ya
Never turnin' 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 office
Matter fact, never mind, talk to the Kiosk, Biatch
You have no idea
That's why they call me B dot been a maniac ever since I was knee-high
Man I swear to God I need help, someone call Charter, maybe call FEMA
Cause I got to be crazy or outta my mind to have this many stamps on my VISA
[Outro:]
Wait, if I'm here and you're there
And if I'm here and you're there
And if I'm here and you're there
And if I'm here and you're there
And if I'm here and you're there
And if I'm here and you're there?
(whispering)
Um, yeah, yeah
Nicki, B.o.B, ho
(Shh... they might be listening).
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