Verses that are sung by Kanye are noted, otherwise Estelle is singing it.
(Kanye)
Just another one champion sound
Yeah Estelle we about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town
(Kanye)
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 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 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 might 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 bedrin
(Solo Vocals)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
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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Will you 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 Cafe
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
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers 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 L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
(spoken)
Tell'em wagwan blud
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say you K,
reluctantly, because 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 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
(Solo Vocals)
And I know you ain't into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CA-A-ASH
Cuz a lot WAGs wanna to hear it.
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
Like the Pips and the Gladys.
And I know they love it.
so to hell with all that rubbish.
(Estelle)
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
Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll 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 L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy
La La La La La E Ah
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(Fade Out)
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