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 L.A.
I really want to
come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Hey sister
It's really really nice to meet ya
I just met this
5-foot-7 guy who's just my type
Like the way he's speakin'
His confidence is peakin'
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 heart awaits
First let's see the West End
I'll show you to my bedroom
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
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 never been to Brooklyn
And I'd like to see what's good
Dress in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers lookin' 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
Tell 'em know a gwan blud
Who killin' 'em in the UK
Everybody gonna say You K
Reluctantly
'Cause most of this press don't
**** with 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 nothin' new
Now now
He crazy
I know what you thinkin'
Ribena
I know what you're drinkin'
Rap singer
Chain blinger
Holler at the next chick
Soon as you're blinkin'
What's your persona
about this Americana Brama
Am I shallow
'cause 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 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 feelin' like
Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips
at they Gladys
And I know they love it
So to **** with all that rubbish
Would you be mine
Would you be mine
Oo ho
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
La la la la la ee ah
La la la la la ee ah