Out of My Mind - B.o.b. - Feat nicki minaj - + lyrics - Sub

I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m I’m out of my, out of my mind Out of my *** mind (mind, mind, mind) I’m out of my *** mind, G-G-golly, oh my I was doing fine, once upon a time Then 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 *** 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 wanna ? when I’m on this beat If you feel the same as me, then you gotta agree What’s your name? B.o.B? So, they callin’ you Bob? Stop playing, ***, 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 *** wanna sob (Hmm, hmm) You don’t need a feature? ***, 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 Now, now 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 blue Bacardi I told Baby when I get my new advance I’mma blow that *** on a blue Bugatti You know, I graduated summa *** 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 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 announce this ***? I don’t need this song, I don’t need this *** Cause a *** bring the noise like an onomonopia 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, *** was that a deer? If you got a problem, step to the office Matter fact, never mind, talk to the Kiosk, *** You have no idea That’s why they call me B dot been a maniac ever since I was knee-high 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 steps on my VISA Wait, if I’m here and you’re there? And if I’m here and you’re there? ... (Shh… they might be listening :)