Out Of My Mind (feat. Nicki Minaj) – B.o.B – letras

I’m, I’m, I’m, I’mI’m out of my, out of my mindOut of my fucking mindI’m, I’mI’m out of my, out of my mindOut of fucking my mindI’m, I’mOut of my mind, mind, mindI’m out of mind, mind, mind, mindI’m out of my fucking mindOut of my fucking mind (mind, mind, mind)I’m out of my fucking mind, Gigi Galli, oh myI was doing fine, once upon a time’Til my brain left and it didn’t say byeDon’t look at me wrong; I’m out of my mindLike Nostradamus and Da Vinci combinedSo paranoid of espionageI’m watching my doors and checking my blindsMy brain is on vacation, they telling meAnd I’m bi-polar to severityAnd I need medication, apparentlyAnd some electroconvulsive therapyI am a rebel, but yes, I’m so militantStill I’m eligible for disabilitiesI am psychotic but there is no remedyThis is not figurative, this is literallyIf these niggas go dumb, I go to the mental facilitySee, man I’m so out there, I slap fives with E.TI don’t need a feature, they don’t want me to eat a la CarteWhen I’m on this beatIf you feel the same as me, then you got to agreeI’m out of my mindI’m out of my, out of my mindOut of my fucking mindI’m, I’mI’m out of my, out of my mindOut of fucking my mindI’m, I’mOut of my mind, mind, mindI’m out of mind, mind, mind, mindI’m out of my fucking mindOut 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 BobCouple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrobWell, this thang so good,Make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm)You don’t need a feature?Nigga, I’m the featureYou gone be the priest, and I’mma be the preacherYou can be the he-man, I’mma be the she-raYou can be the Grim, I’mma be the ReaperNow, now airplanes in the night skiesAre like shooting stars?Well, you can really need a wish right nowWhen my goons come through and start shooting starsYou know, I’m all about shoes and carsI’m kinda drunk off blue BacardiI told Baby when I get my new advanceI’mma blow that motherfucker on a blue BugattiYou know, I graduated summa cum laudeThat’s why they thinking I’m IlluminatiAnd matter fact, let’s kiss and make-upI’ll help you escape on my blue DucatiHallelujah!I’m out of my, out of my mindOut of my fucking mindI’m, I’mI’m out of my, out of my mindOut of fucking my mindI’m, I’mOut of my mind, mind, mindI’m out of mind, mind, mind, mindI’m out of my fucking mindOut of my fucking mind (Mind, mind, mind)I’m out of itI can’t seem to come out of itWhat’s going on inside my head?It feels like I’m being John MalkovichLadies and gentlemen, please turn it down a bitThere is an announcement, I like to announceWait, how am I’m suppose to announce this shit?I don’t need this song, I don’t need this niggaCause a nigga bring the noise like an onomatopoeiaLeave him in the dust, all he see is my AdidasNa na na na boo boo, wouldn’t want to be yaNever 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 officeMatter fact, never mind, talk to the Kiosk, biatchYou have no ideaThat’s why they call me b dotBeen a maniac ever since I was knee-highPretty soon, I’m gonna need helpSomeone call Charter, maybe call FemaCause I got to be crazy or outta my mindTo have this many stacks on my VisaI’m, I’m, I’m, I’mI’m out of my, out of my mindOut of my fucking mindI’m, I’mI’m out of my, out of my mindOut of fucking my mindI’m, I’mOut of my mind, mind, mindI’m out of mind, mind, mind, mindI’m out of my fucking mindOut 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, yeahNicki, B.o.B, ho(Shh… they might be listening)