Batcave - Russ

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh (Mmh)

Yeah, you feelin' trapped

Both your parents left you

Momma’s in Columbia

Daddy don’t respect you

So you been a gypsy

Since you were like 16

Yeah, you been homeless

Affects you in ways you don’t notice

Goin' through the motions

No one there to guide you

Go ahead light the weed

Play some shit that you can ride to

Never lettin' out

What’s really deep inside you

But baby I can slide through

I can help you find you

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Now you finally found someone

Who loves you just for who you are

Knows that you’ve been through some shit

Knows that you’ve been pushed too far

Still he’s trying to pull you

Otherwise you back up

Cause your self conscious is fuckin' up

Tell that bitch «back up»

But you continue like a nomad to the next house

Moved in with the dude so he can trust you

Yeah, he left now

Lookin' for the blame

Quit playin' the role of a victim

Be the products of your thoughts

Not a product of the system

Got me sayin'

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh