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 [bad word] 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

[Chris Wallace]
You're so [bad word] beautiful, my January Jones
Oh you drive me mad
And [bad word] right back
From your head down to your toes
I want you all alone
Oh you drive me mad
And [bad word] right back

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 [bad word] Hoodie
Unh, cause we go [bad word] 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 [bad word] the yard
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

[Chris Wallace]
You're so [bad word] beautiful, my January Jones
Oh you drive me mad
And [bad word] right back
From your head down to your toes
I want you all alone
Oh you drive me mad
And [bad word] right back

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 
Okay, she's gone away

[Chris Wallace]
You're so [bad word] beautiful, my January Jones
Oh you drive me mad
And [bad word] right back
From your head down to your toes
I want you all alone
Oh you drive me mad
And [bad word] right back