American Boy

Estelle, Kanye West

This a number one champion sound (yeah) Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down) Who the hottest in the world right now? (Huh) Just touched down in London town (huh) Bet they give me a pound (uh) Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (yes) Tell the promoter we need more seats We just sold out all the floor seats Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. I really want to come kick it with 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 speakin', his confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them And, no, I ain't been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin I'm likin' this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy La-la-la-la-la-di-da La-la-la-la-la-di-da La-la-la-la-la-di-da Will you be my American boy? American boy Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway Let's go shopping, maybe then we'll go to a café Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes Walking that walk, talk that slick talk I'm liking this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy Tell 'em wah gwan, blud! Who killing them in the UK? Everybody gonna say "You, K!" Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't fuck with me Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down Don't act a fool now, now" I always act a fool, ow, ow Ain't nothing new now, now He crazy, I know what you thinking (uh-huh) Ribena, I know what you're drinking Rap singer, chain blinger Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking What's your persona about this Americana rhymer? Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer? Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke (yes) Before he speak his suit bespoke (woo) And you thought he was cute before Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke (woo) And I know you ain't into all that I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit But I still talk that ca-a-ash 'Cause a lot of wags wanna hear it And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest Like The Pips at their gladdest And I know they love it So to hell with all that rubbish Would you be my love, my love? Could you be mine? Would you be my love, my love? Could you be mine? Could you be my love (ooh), my love? Would you be my American boy, American boy? Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (ooh, some day) Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay) I really want to (to) come kick it with you (ooh) You'll be my American boy, be my American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (I'd like to go some day) Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. (see L.A.) I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy La-la-la-la-la-di-da (la, la) La-la-la-la-la-di-da (ooh-ooh) La-la-la-la-la-di-da Will you be my American boy?

Written by: Caleb Speir, Estelle Swaray, John Roger Stephens, Joshua Lopez, Kanye Omari West, Keith Ernesto Harris, Kweli Ebon Washington, William AdamsLyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, JAM Digital Media, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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