This bed feels like a casket
And this house feels like a mausoleum
And i don't know, but i've been told
That you've never tried if you've never left home
I've got friends in california
I've got friends in new orleans
I've got friends in new york city
But i don't know what that all means
I ain't got no f**ing money
I ain't got no future here
I don't hate south carolina
But i refuse to die here