Thrilla In Manila

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

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 rights

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 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 today 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

Manila

Thrilla in Manila