Talle Sport

I don't know if they're for running or for training
But I hit it just the same
I don't know if they're for running or for training
But I hit it just the same

More than the gear, the kicks are fire
Everything lights up from the soles on up
I show up and they look at me, saying: How can this be, dude?
Impeccable at the entrance, spotless on the way out

Check it out, it's always like this
For the smokes, the baptisms, the falls
In the ring, a little rag, pppzz, spit
Mopped up and like new, just out of the box

And I'm forever in the game
Running, trekking, training for life
Classic kicks like Guillermo Villas
Chill, fancy, sporty vibes

Even if I don't run from here to the corner
Even if I never hit the gym in my damn life
Even if I don't know what they're for or what the routine is
They still look dope, my friend, so divine!

I don't know if they're for running or for training
But I hit it just the same
I don't know if they're for running or for training
But I hit it just the same

Tell me what wheels you got, and I'll tell you who you are
Where I came from, if you earn it or if it's handed to you
The one who earns it knows how much it hurts
Stuffed into the bus through the mud when it rains
Those rides on the wires tell me a thousand things

That's where the win is, the delivery
I don't care, but I can tell
I know if you're coming, or if you're from around here
There's the one who takes the heat and talks
Always on point with the kicks
The one who plays high stakes

The lie, finger out, really stretches
Whether they're high-end or replicas
Always clean, aesthetic flames
And just in case the anger on the field is theatrical
For the fight, comfy athletic gear

I don't know if they're for running or for training
But I hit it just the same
I don't know if they're for running or for training
But I hit it just the same