T.I.L - Bag Mode - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Turn on the power of the punching bag mode

Turn on the bass of the urine with a punch to the beat

Catch the moment quickly, someone else's hand

Boxing sparring is the hit of my destiny

So the day has come, I came to training, and even if everything comes at once, it's awkward. You're not Hercules or D'Artagnan, you won't be wearing a hat, but rather big shorts. You'll only jump around in the ring. Everything will come with time, everything comes with experience. Technique isn't a bastard. You need to sweat, then jump rope right away, and then go to the weights. 12 rounds are all necessary. It's all normal, so even if you give up over the years, you're a miracle. It's not in vain, but you'll never waste your talent. It's a gift until your very last days. Boxing is in your blood, it's ingrained in your bones, but you've understood the meaning, without anyone, it's with you now, and you know the rhythm, bound by fate.