Flying through the night time 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 with 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? Lying on the floor sure that ain't me Oh, adrenaline is ecstasy Blood on his cheeks, it's a relevation I beat his ass, where's his reputation I don't even care, now it's you and me Girl
You got nothing wrong with 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 with 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 natural Baby sitting here composed as hell I may be americano But you be hitting me like pacifican bongos