Estelle - American Boy

This a number one champion sound
Yeah Estelle we ’bout 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 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'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 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
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 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

Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say: "you K"
Reluctantly
Because most of this press don’t f**k wit me
Estelle once said to me, cool down, down
Don’t act a fool now now
I always act a fool, oww, oww
Aint 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 Americana rhymer
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 pea coat, tell me he’s broke
And I know you ain’t into all that
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
And there’s something
About Gladys Knight and the Pips in there
Can’t quite hear it
But I still talk that cash
Cuz a lot wags want to hear it
And I’m feelin like Mike at his baddest
The pimps at their gladist
And I know they love it
So to hell with 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 Francisco Bay
I really want to come kick it with you
You’ll be my American Boy
American Boy