Get Ready To Dance - Greyson Chance Debuts 'Thrilla In Manila'! (Full Song & Lyrics)

Get Ready To Dance - Greyson Chance Debuts 'Thrilla In Manila'! (Full Song & Lyrics)

Are you ready to hear Greyson Chance‘s new song, “Thrilla in Manila”? It’s got the entire JJJ staff dancing in our offices!

The 16-year-old musician debuted the new single with Billboard, telling them about the track.

“‘Thrilla in Manila’ is a funk track that speaks of turmoil between friends when relationships get romantic,” he shared. “Sonically, it perfectly teases the sounds of my new album.”

The track will be featured on Greyson‘s upcoming album, Planet X.

“Thrilla in Manila” Lyrics
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 right
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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

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