Any Given Sunday (outro) Lyrics - Jamie Foxx

Guru 

Though the times are getting wicked I'm older 

I got a chip on my shoulder 

True players always maintaing, I'm different I told ya 

Don't want to 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 mobbing me 

Fake friends acting like I just won the lottery 

Back then I guess it was hard to see 

The real paradox 

What an artist see 

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 will we let it 

Taken 'em, the holy game can make 'em, then instantaneously break 'em 

Rain one day sunshine the next 

Haters try and stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed 

What's next accounted 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 got to play my best 

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Sacrifice don't give up the fight, 

everything will be all right on any given Sunday 

Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall 

Depends on you if you win or lose, 

you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday 

Guru: Strive to achieve and die for what you believe 

On the battlefields left abandoned 

One man standing 

To me the ball was handed 

Taken shots and left stranded, 

No defensive 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 trying to play me out 

Put me positions that's sure to lay me out 

No doubt 

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Sacrifice don't give up the fight, 

everything will be all right on any given Sunday 

Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall 

Depends on you if you win or lose, 

you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday 

Guru: Strive to achieve and die in for what you believe 

Playing on a field of hard times 

These struggles are like the yardlines 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 learn from self when pain comes 

And walk when they say run 

Fame can be as painful as 

Death of patron 

Young black, gifted 

But I'm rapped in myself 

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 fell 

From cotton to football fields 

You know how they play brothers 

As long as we play well they love us 

I know that on Any Given Sunday 

This can be taken from me 

But it all comes down to is money 

I know that on Any Given Sunday 

This can be taken from me 

But it all comes down to is money y'all 

Sacrifice don't give up the fight, 

everything will be all right on Any Given Sunday 

Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall 

Depends on you if you win or lose, 

you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday 

Guru: Strive to achieve and die for what you believe