American Boy Song Lyrics by Estelle
Just another one champion soundYeah, Estelle, we ’bout to get down (get down)Who the hottest in the world right nowJust touched down in London town
Bet they give me a poundTell them put the money in my hand right nowTell the promoter we need more seatsWe just sold out all the floor seats
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go somedayTake me to New York, I’d love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou’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 typeI like the way he’s speaking, his confidence is peakingDon’t like his baggy jeansBut I’mma like what’s underneath them
And no I ain’t been to M.I.AI heard that Cali never rains and New York’s heart awaitsFirst let’s see the west end, I’ll show you to my brethrenI’m liking this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go somedayTake me to New York, I’d love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou’ll be my American boy, American boy
Would you be my American boy, American boy
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to BroadwayLet’s go shopping, baby, then we’ll go to a caféLet’s go on the subway, take me to your hoodI never been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good
Dress in all your fancy clothesSneakers looking fresh to death, I’m loving those Shell ToesWalking that walk, talk that slick talkI’m liking this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go somedayTake me to New York, I’d love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou’ll be my American boyTell ’em kno wagwan blud
Who killing ’em in the U.K.Everybody gonna say, “You, K”Reluctantly ’cause most of this press don’t fuck with meEstelle once said to me, “Cool down, downDon’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 thinkingRibena I know what you’re drinkingRap singer, Chain BlingerHolla at the next chick soon as you’re blinking
What’s your persona?About this Americana BramaAm I shallow ’cause all my clothes designer
Dressed smart like a London BlokeBefore he speak his suit bespokeAnd you thought he was cute beforeLook at this peacoat, tell me he’s broke
And I know you ain’t into all thatI heard your lyrics, I feel your spiritBut I still talk that ca-ah-ash‘Cause a lot wags wanna hear it
And I’m feeling like Mike at his BaddestLike The Pips at they GladysAnd I know they love itSo 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 somedayTake me to Chicago, San Francisco BayI really want to come kick it with youYou’ll be my American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go somedayTake me to New York, I’d love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou’ll be my American boy, American boy