American Boy

Just another

One champion sound

Me and Estelle

About to 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 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

He said

Hey sister

It's really

Really nice to meet ya

I just met this 5 foot 7 guys

Who's just my type

I like the way

He's speaking

His confidence is speaking

Don't like his baggy jeans

But I'ma like

What's underneath it

And no I ain't been to MIA

I heard that Cali never rains

And New York heart awaits

First let's see the west end

I'll show you to my bridrens

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 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 baby

Then we'll go to a Café

Let's go on the subway

Take me to your hood

I neva been to Brooklyn

And I'd like to see what's good

Dress in all your fancy clothes

Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def

I'm lovin those Shell Toes

Walkin that walk

Talk that slick talk

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 LA

I really want

To come kick it with you

You'll be my american boy

Let them kno wagwan blud

Who killin em in the UK

Everybody gonna to say you K

Reluctantly

Because most of this press

Don't fuck wit 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

Ribena

I know what you're drinkin'

Rap singer

Chain Blinger

Holla at the next chick soon

As you're blinkin

What's you're persona

About this American Brama

Am I shallow

Cuz 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 P Coat

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 caaaash

Cuz 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

Wwith all that rubbish

Would you be my love, my love

Could be mine

Would you be my love, my love

Could 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 Fransisco Bay

I really want

To come kick it with you

You'll be my american boy