[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