LYRICS
Flying through the nighttime
and I'm feeling awfully sad
Missing all your punchlines
yeah they make me feel so glad
Now Joe came around, feet off the ground Joe
Thinks he loves you, loves you when you get down
Oh, my time is running out
And yes my fists ready for a shootout
I'll beat his ass, turn that grin into a frown
Me and you we're never coming down
You got nothing wrong you killa
Thrilla in Manila
The lipstick stains on your boxing gloves
You got what I love, you got what I love
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Thrilla in Manila, Thrilla in Manila
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Thrilla in Manila, Thrilla in Manila
State of mind is endless
yeah I'm fighting for my right
Baby you my lifeline
I need you every night
Now the gloves are off, where is the king
Laying on the floor surely that ain't he
Oh, adrenaline is ecstasy
Blood on his cheeks, it's a revelation
I beat his ass, where's his reputation
I don't even care, now it's you and me
You got nothing wrong you killa
Thrilla in Manila
The lipstick stains on your boxing gloves
You got what I love, you got what I love
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Thrilla in Manila, Thrilla in Manila
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Thrilla in Manila, Thrilla in Manila
I'll take a hit for you
I'll take a shot for you
I'll take a fall for you
Anything you want me to
I'll take a hit for you
I'll take a shot for you
I'll take a fall for you
Anything you want me to
I love it when you sitting close
In all your expensive clothes
Looking through your shades
Can't you see all the scars he made?
Heal me in all of your spirit waters
I can even swim to the bottom
If you want I'll drown it in
Cause baby I'll be dying eventually
You got nothing wrong you killa
Thrilla in Manila
The lipstick stains on your boxing gloves
You got what I love, you got what I love
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Thrilla in Manila, Thrilla in Manila
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Whatcha gonna do when I fight for you“
Thrilla in Manila, Thrilla in Manila
I love it when you sitting close
In all your expensive clothes
I love it when you sitting close
In all your expensive clothes
You smoke au naturale
Baby sitting here composed as hell
I may be americano
But you be hitting me like Pacifican bongos
Thrilla in Manila