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)