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

[Hook: B.o.B]
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 mind (It's B-O)
I'm out of my, my mind (B)
Out of my, my, my, my mind
I'm out of my fucking mind
Out of my fucking mind

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I'm out of my fucking mind, Gigi Galli, 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 electro-compulsive therapy
I am a rebel, but yes, I'm so militant
Still I'm illegible 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 ET
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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
What's your name? B.o.B?
So, they calling 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'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 can we pretend them 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'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!

[Hook]

[Interlude: B.o.B]
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 tone it down a bit
There is an announcement, I like to announce (It...)
Wait, how am I suppose to pronounce this shit?

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I don't need a sub, I don't 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 turning 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, bi-atch
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'mma 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

[Hook]

[Outro: B.o.B]
Wait, if I'm here and you're there?
And I'm here and you're there? [repeats]
(If I'm there and you're here?)
And I'm here and you're there?
(If I'm there and you're here?)
And if I'm here and you're there?
(If I'm there and you're here?)
And if I'm here and you're there?

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (whispering)]
Yeah, you're right there, and here
Um, yeah, yeah (We're outta here)
Nicki, B.o.B, ho
(Shh... they might be listening)

Song Information

Released August 23, 2012
Recorded 2012
Genre Hip hop, hardcore hip hop, pop rap
Length 3:36
Label Grand Hustle, Rebel Rock, Atlantic
Writers Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr., Jeremy Dussolliet, Justin Franks, Alexander Grant, Stephen Joshua Hill, Mathieu Jomphe, Jones, Clarence Montgomery III, Onika Tanya Maraj, Tim Sommers, Gottwald
Producer Dr. Luke, Billboard