[Intro]
G6/B B Am6 Am6 Am Am7
G6/B B Am6 Am Am7
Cmaj7 Em
[Verse 1]
Emaj7
This a number one
Champion sound
Cmaj7
Yeah, Estelle,
We 'bout to get down
Am
Who the hottest
In the world right now?
Just touched down
Am/D
In London town
Emaj7
Bet they give me a pound
Cmaj7
Tell them put the money
In my hand right now
Am
Tell the promoter
We need more seats
We just sold out
Fmaj7
All the floor seats
[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
Cmaj7
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
Am/D
I'd love to see LA
Emaj7
I really want to
Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am Fmaj7
You'll be my American boy
[Verse 2-1]
Emaj7 Cmaj7
He said, "Hey, sister,
Am
It's really, really nice to meet ya"
Am/D
I just met this fivefootseven guy
Emaj7
Who's just my type
Cmaj7
Like the way he's speakin',
Am
His confidence is peakin'
Don't like his baggy jeans But I might like
Fmaj7
Emaj7
What's underneath them
[Verse 2-2]
Cmaj7
And, no, I ain't been to MIA
Am
I heard that Cali never rains
Am/D
And New York's all the way
Emaj7
First let's see the West End,
Cmaj7
I'll show you to my bredrin
Am
I'm likin' this American boy,
American boy
[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
Cmaj7
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
Am/D
I'd love to see LA
Emaj7
I really want to
Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy,
Fmaj7 Emaj7
American boy
[Post-Chorus]
Cmaj7 Am
La, la la, la la, eya
Am/D Emaj7
La, la la, la la, eya
Cmaj7
La, la la, la la, yeah
Am
Will you be my
American boy?
Emaj7
American boy
[Verse 3-1]
Can we get away
Cmaj7
This weekend?
Am
Take me to Broadway
Am/D
Let's go shopping, baby, Then we'll go
Emaj7
to a cafe
Cmaj7
Let's go on the subway,
Am
Take me to your hood
Fmaj7
I never been to Brooklyn And I'd like
Emaj7
to see what's good
[Verse 3-2]
Cmaj7
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Am
Sneakers lookin' fresh to death,
Am/D
I'm lovin' those Shell Toes
Emaj7
Walkin' that walk,
Cmaj7
Talk that slick talk
Am
I'm likin' this American boy,
Am/D
American boy
[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
Cmaj7
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
Am/D
I'd love to see LA
Emaj7
I really want to
Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wagwan, blud!
[Verse 4-1]
Emaj7
Who killin' them in the UK?
Cmaj7
Everybody gonna say, "You, K"
Am
Reluctantly, 'cause most of
Fmaj7
This press don't fuck with me
Emaj7
Estelle once said to me,
"Cool down, down
Cmaj7
Don't act a fool now, now."
Am
I always act a fool oww, oww
Am/D
Ain't nothing new now, now
Emaj7
He crazy, I know what you thinkin'
Cmaj7
Ribena, I know what you're drinkin'
Am
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick
Fmaj7
Soon as you're blinkin'
[Verse 4-2]
Emaj7 Cmaj7
What's your persona about
Am
This Americana rhymer?
Am I shallow âcause
Am/D
All my clothes designer? Uh
Emaj7
Dressed smart like a London bloke
Cmaj7
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke
Emaj7
And I know you ain't into all that
Cmaj7
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
Am
But I still talk that caaash
Am/D
'Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it
Emaj7 Cmaj7
And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest
Am
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
Fmaj7
So to hell with all that rubbish
[Bridge]
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Would you be my love,
My love?
Am Am/D
Could you be my love, My
love?
Emaj7 Cmaj7
Could you be my love,
My love?
Am
Would you be my American boy?
Fmaj7
American boy
[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
Cmaj7
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
Am/D
I'd love to see LA
Emaj7
I really want to
Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy,
Fmaj7
American boy
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
Cmaj7
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
Am/D
I'd love to see LA
Emaj7
I really want to
Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy,
Fmaj7 Emaj7
American boy
[Post-Chorus (Fade Out)]
Cmaj7 Am
La, la la, la la, eya
Am/D Emaj7
La, la la, la la, eya
Cmaj7
La, la la, la la, yeah
Am
Will you be my
Fmaj7
American boy?
[Kanye West:]
This a number-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.
Yes.
Tell the promoter we need more seats.
We just sold out all the floor seats.
[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 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.
Like the way he's speaking,
His confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'm 'a 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 brethren.
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
[Estelle:]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
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.
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 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 blud.
[Kanye West:]
Who killing 'em 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. Oww, oww.
Ain't nothing new now now.
He crazy. I know what you thinking.
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.
Dressed smart like a London bloke.
Yes.
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 cash
'Cause a lot of 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.
[Estelle:]
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, 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 with you.
You'll be my American boy, be my 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.
[Estelle:]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Will you be my American boy?
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