Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: B.o.BНазвание : Out Of My Mind (feat. Nicki Minaj)Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop dirty south atlanta Видео:
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I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m I’m out of my, out of my mind Out of my fucking 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, out of my mind (Mind, mind, mind, mind) I’m out of my fucking mind Out of my fucking mind (Mind, mind, mind) [Verse 1: B.o.B] I’m out of my fucking mind, G-G-golly, 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 electrocompulsive 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 niggas 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] What’s your name? B.o.B? So, they callin’ 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, 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’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 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 slowing 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 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 [Hook] [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 (whispering)] Um, yeah, yeah Nicki, B.o.B, ho (Shh… they might be listening) | Похожие исполнители:
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