All my friends saying that I need affection, but I found perfection. It doesn’t talk when I’m trying to read. It doesn’t fold me when I’m trying to sleep. I gotta dig in. I stand tagging you with my living when I’m alone. It I was treats me right. You’re too tired Friday night. Some girls just want a good man with a good job. I made a good plan. Bigger fans with a little white hat. Now Sona Hill is a nice lane. Me, I gotta dig in my nice land.