American Boy Songtext
von Estelle feat. Kanye West

Just another one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we ′bout to get down (get down)
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
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 someday
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 you"
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who′s just my type
I like the way he′s speaking, his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans, but I′mma like what's underneath them
And no, I ain′t been to M.I.A.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's heart awaits
First let′s see the west end
I'll show you to my brethren
I'm likin′ this American boy
American boy

Take me on a trip, I′d like to go someday
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

Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping, baby, 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
Dress 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 likin′ this American boy
American boy


Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
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 kno wagwan blud

Who killing 'em in the U.K.
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, oww, oww
Ain′t nothing new now, now
He crazy, I know what ya thinking
Ribena, I know what you′re drinking
Rap singer, chain Blinger

Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking
What′s your persona?
About this Americana Brama
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 ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit

But I still talk that ca-ah-ash
′Cause a lot wags wanna hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest
Like The Pips at they Gladys
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish

Would you be my love, my love?
(Would you be mine?)
Would you be my love, my love?
(Would you be mine?)
Could you be my love, my love?
Ooh, would you be my American boy? American boy

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

Take me on a trip, I′d like to go someday
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

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