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

I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of fucking my mind

I'm, I'm

Out of my mind, mind, mind

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

I'm out of my fucking mind

Out of my fucking mind (mind, mind, mind)

I'm out of my fucking mind, Gigi Galli, 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 severity

And I need medication, apparently

And some electroconvulsive 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 got to agree

I'm out of my mind

I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of my fucking mind

I'm, I'm

I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of fucking my mind

I'm, I'm

Out of my mind, mind, mind

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

I'm out of my fucking mind

Out of my fucking mind (mind, 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 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 gone 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

Now, now airplanes in the night skies

Are like shooting stars?

Well, you can 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 blue 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!

I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of my fucking mind

I'm, I'm

I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of fucking my mind

I'm, I'm

Out of my mind, mind, mind

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

I'm out of my fucking mind

Out of my fucking mind (Mind, mind, mind)

I'm out of it

I can't seem to come out of it

What's going on inside my head?

It feels like I'm being John Malkovich

Ladies and gentlemen, please turn it down a bit

There is an announcement, I like to announce

Wait, how am I'm suppose to announce this shit?

I don't need this song, I don't need this nigga

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

Pretty soon, I'm gonna need help

Someone call Charter, maybe call Fema

Cause I got to be crazy or outta my mind

To have this many stacks on my Visa

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

I'm out of my, out of my mind

Out of fucking my mind

I'm, I'm

Out of my mind, mind, mind

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

I'm out of my fucking mind

Out of my fucking mind (Mind, mind, mind)

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?

Um, yeah, yeah

Nicki, B.o.B, ho

(Shh... they might be listening)