text: Im, Im, Im, Im
  Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im, Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im out of my-my-my
  Out of my mind-mi-mi-mi-mi
  Im out of my fucking mind
  Out of my fucking mind, mind
  Im out of my fucking mind, gee, gee, golly, oh my
  I was doing fine, once upon a time
  Then my brain left and it didnt say bye
  Dont look at me wrong, Im out of my mind
  Like Nostradamus and da Vinci combined
  So paranoid of espionage
  Im watching my doors and checking my blinds
  My brain is on vacation, they telling me
  And Im bi-polar to the severity
  And I need medication, apparently
  And some Electroconvulsive therapy
  I am a rebel, but yes, Im so militant
  Still, Im 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, Im so out there, I slap fives with ET
  I dont need a feature
  They dont want me to eat à la carte when Im on this beat
  If you feel the same as me, then you got to agree
  Im out of my mind
  Im, Im, Im, Im
  Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im, Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im out of my-my-my
  Out of my mind-mi-mi-mi-mi
  Im out of my fucking mind
  Out of my fucking mind, mind
  Whats your name? B.o.B?
  So, they calling you Bob?
  Stop playing, nigga, you know that Im known for the Bob
  Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob
  Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob 
  You dont need a feature?
  Nigga, Im the feature
  You gon be the priest, and Ima be the preacher
  You can be the He-Man, Ima be the She-Ra
  You can be the Grim, Ima be the Reaper
  Can we 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, Im all about shoes and cars
  Im kinda drunk off booze, Bacardi
  I told Baby when I get my new advance
  Ima blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti
  You know, I graduated summa cum laude
  Thats why they thinking Im Illuminati
  And matter fact, lets kiss and make-up
  Ill help you escape on my blue Ducati
  Hallelujah!
  Im, Im, Im, Im
  Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im, Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im out of my-my-my
  Out of my mind-mi-mi-mi-mi
  Im out of my fucking mind
  Out of my fucking mind, mind
  Im out of it
  I cant seem to come out of it
  Whats going on inside of my head?
  It feels like Im being John Malkovich
  Ladies and gentlemen, please tone it down a bit
  There is an announcement, Id like to announce 
  Wait, how am I suppose to pronounce this shit?
  I dont need a sub, I dont 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, wouldnt want to be ya
  Never turning back, how you think I got here?
  And Im 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
  Thats why they call me B-dot; been a maniac ever since I was knee-high
  Man, I swear to God, Ima 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, vis-à-vis
  Im, Im, Im, Im
  Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im, Im out of my, out of my mind
  Out of my fucking mind
  Im out of my-my-my
  Out of my mind-mi-mi-mi-mi
  Im out of my fucking mind
  Out of my fucking mind, mind
  Wait, if Im here and youre there?
  And Im here and youre there? 
  And Im here and youre there?
  And if Im here and youre there?
  And if Im here and youre there?
  Yeah, youre right there, and here
  Um, yeah, yeah 
  Nicki, B.o.B, ho