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Any Given Sunday
Jamie Foxx (ft Guru and Common
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Though the times are getting wicked I'm bolder
I got a chip on my shoulder
True players always maintain
I'm different I told ya
Don't wanna be just a commodity
I'm smarter G
This is my life and my soul
Not just a job to me
It's the truest part of me
Fans now bother me
Fake friends acting like I just won the lottery
Back then I guess it was hard to see
The real paradox what an odyssey
It's like that saying be careful
What you pray for you might get it
Of course it's all about winning and money
But how far would one let it
Take 'em the holy game can make 'em
Then instantaneously break 'em
Rain one day sunshine the next
Haters try to stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed
What's next hounded by the press
Mad stress on my chest
Of course I know that I'm blessed
But here's the test
On any given Sunday I gotta play my best
Sacrifice don't give up the fight
Everything will be alright
On any given Sunday
Depends on you if you'll win or lose
You know you gotta pay some dues
So you can live on
On the battlefields left abandoned
One man standing
To me the ball was handed
Taking shots and left stranded
No defense so they tackle me
Every blow brings back a memory
Learning lessons from my injury
It's killing me
Cause at first they wasn't feeling me
Never given a chance to show my true ability
Too many pressures try to play me out
Put me in positions that's sure to lay me out
No doubt
Sacrifice don't give up the fight
Everything will be alright
On any given Sunday
Depends on you if you'll win or lose
You know you gotta pay some dues
So you can live on
Playing on the field of hard times
These struggles like a yard line
That I gain from
Nowhere is where I came from
From day one I knew the game and how to play run
But never knew the price of fame would weigh tons
Now I huddle with self when pain comes
And walk when they say run
Fame can be as painful as the death of Peyton
Young black gifted but I'm wrapped in myself
Could broke many tackles but I'm trapped in myself
See what happens with wealth
At times you can lose yourself
During the sunniest of days many superstars melt
From cotton to football fields
You know how they play brothers
Long as we playing well then they love us
I know on any given Sunday this could be taken from me
What it all comes down to is money
I know on any given Sunday this could be taken from me
What it all comes down to is money y'all
Sacrifice don't give up the fight
Everything will be alright
On any given Sunday
Depends on you if you'll win or lose
You know you gotta pay some dues
So you can live on
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