Artist: B.o.B f/ Nicki Minaj 
Album:  Strange Clouds
Song:   Out of My Mind
Typed by: stillswish@yahoo.com

[Chorus: B.o.B] 
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm 
I'm out of my, out of my mind 
Out of my fuckin mind 
I'm, I'm 
I'm out of my, out of my mind 
Out of my mind 
I'm, I'm 
Out of my, out of my mind 
I'm, I'm, I'm 
I'm out of my fuckin mind 
Out of my fuckin mind (Mind, mind, mind) 
 
[Verse 1: B.o.B] 
I'm out of my fuckin mind, G-G-golly, oh my 
I was doin 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 watchin my doors and checkin my blinds 
My brain is on vacation, they tellin 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 eligible for disabilities 
I am psychotic but there is no remedy 
This is not figurative, this is literally 
If these niggaz 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 (am out of my mind) 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] 
What's your name? B.o.B? 
So, they callin' you Bob? 
Stop playin, nigga, you know that I'm known for the Bob 
Couple hit songs, got you thinkin 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'ma be the preacher 
You can be the he-m', I'ma be the Shera 
You can be the Grim, I'ma 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'ma blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti 
You know, I graduated summa cum laude 
That's why they thinkin I'm Illuminati 
And matter fact, let's kiss and make-up 
I'll help you escape on my blue Ducati 
Hallelujah! 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[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 bein 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 shit? 
 
[Verse 3: B.o.B] 
I don't need this song, I don't need this nigga 
Cause a nigga 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 slowin 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 
Man I swear 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, VISA 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Outro: B.o.B] 
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? 
 
[Outro: Nicki Minaj (* B.o.B whispering*)] 
Um, yeah, yeah 
Nicki, B.o.B, ho 
(Shh... they might be listening)