Thrilla in Manila

Flying through the nighttime
I'm feeling awfully shy (shy)
I'm missing all your punchlines (punchline)
They make me feel so good

No joking around, feet off the ground
Thinks he loves you, loves you when you get down
Oh, my time is running out
Yes, my fists ready for a shootout
We'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
Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

Made of mine is aimless
Yeah, I'm fighting for my life
Maybe you're my lifeline
I need you every night

Now the gloves are off, where is the king?
Lying on the floor, really that ain't me
Oh, adrenaline is Ecstasy
Blood on his checks 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 with you, Killa
Thrilla in Manila
The lipstick stains on your boxing gloves
You got what I love
You got what I love
Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Want you to know I'm gonna to 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're sitting close
In all your expensive clothes
Looking through your shades
Can you see all the scares you made?
Keep me in all 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
Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Want you to know I'm gonna to do when I fight for you
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

What ya gonna to do when I fight for you?
What ya gonna to do when I fight for you?
Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

I love it when you're sitting close
In all your expensive clothes
I love it when you're sitting close
In all your expensive clothes
You smoke all natural
Baby sitting here composed as hell
I may be Americano
But you're hitting me like Pacific bongos

Thrilla in Manila