American Boy

Just the number one Champion Sound (Yeah)

Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (Get down)

Who the hottest in the world right now (Ha)

Just touched down in London town (Ha)

Bet they give me a pound

Tell them 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 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 five foot seven guy who's just my type

Like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking

Don't like his baggy jeans but I'ma like what's underneath them

And no I ain't been to MIA

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 bredrin

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, American boy

La, la-la, la-la, di-da

La, la-la, la-la, di-da

La, la-la, la-la, di-da

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 (Ooh)

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 (Ooh)

Dressed in all your fancy clothes

Sneaker's looking fresh to death, I'm lovin those shell toes

Walkin' 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 LA

I really want to come kick it with you

You'll be my American boy

Tell 'em, wagwan blood

Who killing 'em in the UK? Everybody gonna 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 ow, ow, ain't nothing new now, now

He crazy, I know what ya thinkin, rap phenom I know what you're drinkin'

Rap singer, chain blinger

Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking.

What's you're persona about this Americana rhymer?

Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer?

Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke

Before he speak his suit bespoke

And you thought he was cute before

Look at this pea coat, 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 want to hear it

And I'm feelin 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? (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 some day (Go someday)

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA (Oh)

I really want to come kick it with you (Ooh, ooh)

You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy)

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (I'd go someway)

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA (See LA)

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

You'll be my American Boy American boy