Warm the bench

Not ready to throw out the gloves Or to warm the bench Or to be elegant towards my rivals

Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy

I don't have glued on eyelashes nor a big bust If the song is good you can win even without that You gotta play in the first half, not just warm the bench This is not a lullaby! I wont let anyone sleep!

I've been left in a ditch I never made the cut so to speak I never even got to warm the bench But with you I know, when that whistle blows