January Jones

[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