[Verse 1: Crocker]
From mud boggin', outcast-ed, broads with fake eyelashes
Spaghetti straps, tribal tat on the small of her back
Couple kids by twenty-five, sh** car with a flat
Waitress, Waffle House, liquor flask in her bag
Night school to be a nurse, heard they're making some scratch
In between changing diapers and her bum a** man
He draws a check for his back, steady poppin' some tabs
Now and then, see him scratch, and nod off to the fan
Likes to drink with his friends, reminisce on the past
Then stumble back to her room, drunk, and beg her for a**
She'll relent annoyed, fake moanin' her gasps
And roll over unfulfilled thinking how can this last
Went from star quarterback to now balding and fat
Used to be that he could, now pretends that he can
Swear she would leave, but he's got her convinced
That nobody else would ever want her or her kids
[Hook: Lindsay Keane]
Land under my elders lie
Tie one off for that which binds
Rebel flags and turpentine
South Carolina
EBT, No fortune five
Sunday school and pay our tithes
Four by fours and Shepard's pie
South Carolina
[Verse 2: Crocker]
Mill hill meth-labs, pretend step-dads
Kudzu everything...it's where you're left at
Grandmother help raise you, feed you, and bathe you
Just as a big hand, as anybody that shaped you
Where "I need to go to church," is a popular phrase
Whereas I'm hungover, you're watching the game
As a kid, Sunday's best, fill the plate with some change
Start to nod off, Mama taps on my face
Where the stars and the bars are still proudly displayed
But more than half of them don't know of Jefferson Dave (Davis)
Carthartt, Camouflage, or Khaki's & Collars
The rest rock off the rack, either Ross's or Marshall's
Bumpin' Eminem, Lynn Skynard, or Jeezy
But take em to the Jets (Projects) watch em get uneasy
Start imitating sh** that they see on the TV
Confusing real life for sh** they heard on a CD/
[Verse 3: Lindsay Keane]
Jayzod is fighting a war
She was my girl but I can't see her anymore
I hope somebody sees in her what I see
Cause it's all she needs to be what she wants to be
She's so much sweeter than face of security
She wants to combat of all of her impurities
And all her teachers with their faces of disgrace
As if she should know...She should know her place
South Carolina
South Carolina
South.....Carolina