I'm, I'm, I'm Out of my, out of my mind, Out of my fuckin' mind!
[Verse 1: B.o.B] I'm out of my fuckin' mind, gee, gee, 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,(1) And I need medication, apparently, And some electroconvulsive 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 à 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.
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[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 heartthrob? Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob'. 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-Man, I'ma be the She-Ra, You can be the Grim, I'ma be the Reaper. Now can we pretend them airplanes in the night skies are like shootin' stars? Well, you gon' really need a wish right now When my goons come through and start shootin' stars. You know, I'm all about shoes and cars, I'm kinda drunk off booze, Bacardi I'ma blow that mothafucka on a blue Bugatti. You know, I graduated summa cum laude,