Thrilla in Manila 歌词

Flying through the nightime 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 My 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 sittin' 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 sittin' close In all your expensive clothes I love it when you sittin' close In all your expensive clothes You smoke au naturale Baby, sittin' here composed as hell I may be Americano But you be hittin' me like Pacifican bongos Thrilla in Manila