Thrilla in Manila Songtext

von Greyson Chance

Flying through the night time,
I'm feeling awfully shy
I'm missing all your punchlines, 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.

What you gonna to do when I fight for you?
What you gonna to do when I fight for you?

Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

State of mind is endless
When I'm fighting for my right
Making you 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.

What you gonna to do when I fight for you?
What you gonna to do when I fight for you?

Thrilla in Manila
Thrilla in Manila

What you gonna to do when I fight for you?
What you 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,
Cuz 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.

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

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 naturale'
Baby sitting here composed as hell.

I may be Americano
But you're hitting me like Pacific bongos.

Thrilla in Manila