[Verse 1: Hoodie Allen]. Unh. Pardon my small talk. Darlin' I'm all talk. They wanna fence me in never a ballpark. We tear the walls off the Waldorf Astoria. I told my dudes to get to steppin' like Gloria. I made my case she a slept-on jury. And when I go from deep I be like Stephen Curry. The lines'll hit you sharp it got the teflon worried. So I told her that I cruise homes yep like Suri. So I woke real early grab a bagel and a glass of joe. The he-man woman hater I'm a Ras-a-cal. And Alfalfa my hair stickin it lost control. Cause I'm a rapper but she more into the classical. Uh no need to apologize. I'm 21 but I been dreamin bout the college life. So when she looks into her father's eyes shouts to Eric Clapton. I'll be the director cause I'm all about the action. [Hook: Chris Wallace]. You're so damn beautiful my January Jones. Oh you drive me mad. And I come right back. From your head down to your toes. I want you all alone. Oh you drive me mad. And I come right back. [Verse 2: Hoodie Allen]. You say I'm spellbound. I hardly spell out. The four letters that make every girl just melt down. We on the shelf now no Sam Goody. And when you mention other dudes they no damn Hoodie. Unh cause we go truly hard. Stiles like Julia. And I been gifted since a youth like I'm at Julliard. When we were younger you were cooler you and your friends used to rule the yard. A moment flicked by. I wish I was Mcfly. Marty with the sick ride. I'm able to switch time. No second guessin decisions on why I pick sides. So ex-nay only talkin bout my insides. Always up to somethin so we annually home. This song is dedicated to my January Jones. And it's a Space Jam they say that I'm Michael. Lovin' under twenty's a cycle. So here we go. [Hook: Chris Wallace]. You're so damn beautiful my January Jones. Oh you drive me mad. And I come right back. From your head down to your toes. I want you all alone. Oh you drive me mad. And I come right back. [Verse 3: Hoodie Allen]. I throw my hand out I'm tryna help her up. She lookin back at me I think you helped enough. Ain't havin none of it you gonna sit and say. No love for triple A. Okay she's gone away. [Hook: Chris Wallace]. You're so damn beautiful my January Jones. Oh you drive me mad. And I come right back. From your head down to your toes. I want you all alone. Oh you drive me mad. And I come right back