SKOOK State of Mind

[Verse 1]
Yo, I’m from the south of the mountain, 5-7-0 line
Catch my ancestors underground in the coal mines
Never heard of Skook, bott? Well, I’m ‘bout to change that
Church on every block, Russian Orthodox to Saint Pat
And if you’re a native everybody knows your name, man
Payday celebrating ‘cause we made it to that paycheck
Camo and some flannels, we don’t need none of that bling-bling
Packing Copenhagen and chugging all of the Yuengling
Catch us up in Shendo’, home of Mrs. T’s, bro
4-6-2, that’s the number of illegals
Anthracite League, yo, get it in the fall
Leaving city slickers dead like they was the Schuylkill Mall
Late night trips, take the truck up to Grade for the taste
Of some fluff, Uncle Tony’s Lunch made
Childs, we got our own Subway in Walmart
Smile to them haters like [?] and Martz Hall

[Chorus]
Skook, bott
Coal dust jungle where we all shoot guns
And Yuengling brew chug
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bot
We’re lighting fires up in the bush, dude
Dump beer in that bean soup
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bott, Skook, bott, Skook, bott

[Verse 2]
Ay, catch me slurping on this milkshake
That I got from Heisler's
Go there on a Sunday and we chilling with the bikers
Represent my roots, man, out of Deer Lake, son
Ran out of booze, so we steal from Kegs n' Kases
City full of biddies, and you know we got some fake ones
Sluts in Pottsville and grenades down in Haven
Go to Tuscarora, we call that a vacation
Probably got this fake chain from the Salvation Army
Eating out at P’mo’s, got a hot waitress
With a dreamcatcher tattoo, small waist, fake tits
And Hail Mary to Nativity’s virgins
Their ladies always lifting up their skirts during sermons
Man, it’s Friday night, no idea where I might go
I could kill some time, take a drive out to Pine Grove
Discounts at Aldi’s, Amelia’s, and BG’s
Where your iPhone probably won’t get 3G

[Chorus]
Skook, bott
Where state cops give out underages
On a daily basis
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bott
I’m 13 but I got me some free chew
Chilling with the Sheetz crew
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bott, Skook, bott, Skook, bott

[Verse 3]
Man, we ain’t never need a Target, we got the dirt market
Breaking state records, you can call me Zach Barket
Two feet of snow? Cool, so we got no school
But you gotta get up and go work at Bill’s Produce
If we start chugging, you ain’t never gonna stop us
Shout out to the kids selling drugs in Tamaqua
Take your girl to the prom, fuck her in the Silverado
Cause you ain’t getting pussy if you driving in a Honda
Say what up to Martz Hall, still sipping lager
Thanksgiving dinner and we’re eating that kielbasa
And I’m up in Mahanoy, smelling like zoo shit
Who needs pools ‘cause we’re swimming in the chew spit
All the cool kids, always kicking it at Dunkin
Shouts to Nick Schlitzer, son I’m getting buckets
T102 ‘bout to call RC up and request my tunes
From Pottsville Pizzeria

[Chorus]
In Skook, bott
Where your cousin is your girlfriend’s mom
So blame it on PennDOT
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bott
We got dollar stores and every fast food chain
We’ll pick up your loose change
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bott, Skook, bott, Skook, bott

[Verse 4]
1925 NFL champions
Spa 61 if you trying to get that happy end
Nobody did it bigger than Matty did ‘cause
I just told a story, we ain’t even on a camping trip
Posted up at Roma ‘cause I’m feeling some Italian
Know we hold it down, just a bunch of coal cracker kids

[Chorus]
Skook, bott
Pothole jungle, land of Guers Iced Tea
And one dollar Coke Icees
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bott
You could catch me up on stage at the Skook Fair
There’s a petting zoo there
Yeah, we’re from Skook, bott, Skook, bott, Skook, bott