[Lyrics from Instagram Reel]

[Verse]

Isn't it blinding

Under the stands?

You hate the glare and block the floodlights with your hand

They call your number

Up to the mound

You swing the hammer like your father’s in the crowd

[Chorus]

I put my money on whatever needs saving

So I'm never rooting for the winning team

Eye on the ball before the crowd went crazy

Over the stadium, everyone's winning without me

Everyone’s winning without me

Everyone's winning but me