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Текст песни: I walk in with the duffel bag dragging, my name on the lock and the chalk on my palms
Lights hit the floor like a fight in a basement, and everybody here got a grudge to resolve
Plates on the bar make a cold little sermon, every rep I take is a dent in the doubt
I came for the burn in the thick of my chest, not the talk in the mirror, not the crowd
The kid in the corner keeps staring too long, but I keep my eyes on the iron and the set
One more squeeze and the world gets quieter, one more pull and I’m not done yet
My shirt gets soaked and it clings like a warning, my breath turns sharp, then it turns into smoke
I don’t need luck, I just need the weight loaded high and the discipline nobody knows
Count it down, don’t blink
Feel that pressure sink
Hands wrapped tight
I’m built for this night
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I turn pain to proof
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I don’t break for you
(Heavy in my hands)
Leg day hits like a hammer to concrete, every stair I climb feels like paying a debt
There’s sweat on the bench and a scar on my pride, but I like how the hurt makes me harder instead
My sneakers grind on the rubber like thunder, my knees find a rhythm, my back stays straight
I was made in the red of the warning sign, I was built in the ache, I was forged by the weight
No trophy talk, no pretty excuses, just breath and grit and the same hard grind
I want that last ugly rep when it shakes in my bones and the room goes silent behind
When I rack it up, I don’t smile for the cameras, I nod once like “yeah, I earned that scar
Then I hit one more round with my jaw locked down and my pulse running wild in the dark
If I fold, I fold forward
If I fall, I fall low
But I won’t give the day my name
I’ll take it back from the cold
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I turn pain to proof
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I don’t break for you
Lights hit the floor like a fight in a basement, and everybody here got a grudge to resolve
Plates on the bar make a cold little sermon, every rep I take is a dent in the doubt
I came for the burn in the thick of my chest, not the talk in the mirror, not the crowd
The kid in the corner keeps staring too long, but I keep my eyes on the iron and the set
One more squeeze and the world gets quieter, one more pull and I’m not done yet
My shirt gets soaked and it clings like a warning, my breath turns sharp, then it turns into smoke
I don’t need luck, I just need the weight loaded high and the discipline nobody knows
Count it down, don’t blink
Feel that pressure sink
Hands wrapped tight
I’m built for this night
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I turn pain to proof
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I don’t break for you
(Heavy in my hands)
Leg day hits like a hammer to concrete, every stair I climb feels like paying a debt
There’s sweat on the bench and a scar on my pride, but I like how the hurt makes me harder instead
My sneakers grind on the rubber like thunder, my knees find a rhythm, my back stays straight
I was made in the red of the warning sign, I was built in the ache, I was forged by the weight
No trophy talk, no pretty excuses, just breath and grit and the same hard grind
I want that last ugly rep when it shakes in my bones and the room goes silent behind
When I rack it up, I don’t smile for the cameras, I nod once like “yeah, I earned that scar
Then I hit one more round with my jaw locked down and my pulse running wild in the dark
If I fold, I fold forward
If I fall, I fall low
But I won’t give the day my name
I’ll take it back from the cold
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I turn pain to proof
Heavy in my hands
Heavy in my hands
I don’t break for you
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