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American Boy
by Estelle



[Kanye West:]
This another one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle we 'bout to get down
We the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Better put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats

[Chorus: Estelle]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to, come kick it wit you
You'll be my American boy

He said, 'hey sister
It's really really nice to meet ya'
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type
Like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath 'em
And no I ain't been to Mia
I heard that Cali never rains and New York wide awake
First let's see the West End
Show you to my bret'ren
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy

[Chorus:]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy

Can we get away this weekend
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping maybe then we'll go to a cafe
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
I've never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
Dress in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death I'm lovin' those shell toes
Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy

[Chorus:]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it wit you
You'll be my American boy

Let them know a gwan blud

[Kanye West:]
Who killin' em in the U.K? Everybody gonna to say you, K, reluctantly,
Cause most of this press don't f**k with me
Estelle once said to me, 'cool down, down
Don't act a fool now, now'
I always act a fool oww, oww
Ain't nothing new now, now
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin'
White pinot, I Know what you're drinkin'
Rap singer, chain blinger, holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'
What's your persona? About this American rhymer?
Am I shallow cause all my clothes designer?
Dressed smart like a London bloke, before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before,
Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke
And I know you're not into all that, I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit,
But I still talk that ca-a-ash, 'cause a lot wags want to hear it
And I'm feelin' like Mike at his Baddest, The Pips at they Gladys
And I know they love it, so to hell with all that rubbish.....

[Estelle:]
Would you be my love, my love (my love)
Could be mine would you be my love, my love, (could you be mine?)
Could you be my love, my love,
Would you be my American boy, American boy?

Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
I really want to, come kick it wit you
You'll be my American boy

[Chorus:]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American boy

La da da, da da, de da
La da da, da da, de da
American boy
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Lyrics submitted by Harmony.