Verse 1) From mud boggin', outcast-ed, broads with fake eyelashes/ Spaghetti straps, tribal tat on the small of her back/ Couple kids by twenty-five, shit 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 ass 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 ass/ 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)
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) Mill hill methlabs, 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 shit that they see on the tv/ Confusing real life for shit they heard on a cd/
(Verse 3)
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