Lyrics

This was your dream since the first day that you laced up
Laces up under your fingers boy you better wake up
This ain’t a dream anymore dawg this games about to be everything that you’ve dreamed of
Behind center, two minutes left to go in the Super Bowl
This is your moment
You either blow it, or you lead ‘em and throw it
Couple first downs, you’re moving now
Feel the crowd all around, terrible towels waving
Fifty yards left, seems like a mile
Forty seconds on the clock as you drop back
Dodge a couple linebackers, keep composure in check
Split second finds a go-to receiver on a drag
Runs forty yards, dragging would-be tacklers on his back
Out of timeouts, gotta rush down to the ten and clock it
Ten seconds left as you drop back in the pocket
Down by four, you gotta score, throw up a rocket
As time runs out, toe taps down
Wow, he caught it!

Grab a helmet and pads it's time to get rumblin'
Lace up your cleats and get the crowd pumpin'
This time of year is like next to nothin'
Go win it on the gridiron
Hit 'em so hard they're hearin’ footsteps comin'
Scoring touchdowns it's time for chest bumpin'
Blood, sweat and tears, they gotta mean somethin''
Go win it on the gridiron

I’m an animal just hand the ball back to me
Catastrophe, you cannot tackle me
Running back, I’m a beast when I drive through
No peace to my rivals
I’m hitting like cyclones
Splitting your thigh bones
I’m running through timezones
If time flies then I teleport to the other side, like what now
Who wants to get rushed now?
I feel this rush, wow
A hundred yards and I’m running
It’s a touchdown
What you want now?
Fourth quarter crunch time
I’m hungry like I missed breakfast and it’s lunchtime
You can’t touch me, this one’s mine
I’m bringing everything I got, you better step that game up and jump high
Catch the ball, who said I can’t fly?
All pilots in the damn sky better stand by, I flash by
My Air Max give me airtime like airlines
Jump the whole defensive line
Touchdown!

Grab a helmet and pads it's time to get rumblin'
Lace up your cleats and get the crowd pumpin'
This time of year is like next to nothin'
Go win it on the gridiron
Hit 'em so hard they're hearin’ footsteps comin'
Scoring touchdowns it's time for chest bumpin'
Blood, sweat and tears, they gotta mean somethin''
Go win it on the gridiron

Yeah, I’ve been waiting on this moment for like all of my life
Took a left turn, called an audible right
A plausible reason for you to fall before you get mauled
And ball up in fright, despite the fact that I might
Cut you up like Frank Gore of a monster
Jumping over you like Calvin Johnson
You ain’t nothing but a fake, failed imposter
That didn’t make the team and got cut from the roster
It’s evident that I’m relevant to the game
I’m severing competition on every level
The opposition is in no position to go the distance with me
I’m like a quarterback with exact precision
I’m faster than you running backwards into the end zone
Me and the defender meet, I drive on my feet, Flintstones
Man, this is what I do
E-A-G-L-E-S
Philadelphia DR3W

Grab a helmet and pads it's time to get rumblin'
Lace up your cleats and get the crowd pumpin'
This time of year is like next to nothin'
Go win it on the gridiron
Hit 'em so hard they're hearin’ footsteps comin'
Scoring touchdowns it's time for chest bumpin'
Blood, sweat and tears, they gotta mean somethin''
Go win it on the gridiron