American Boy

[Verse]
D#
Just another one champion sound
B
Me and you about to get down
G#m  
Who the hottest in

the world right now
                     C#           D#
Just touched down in London town

[Verse]

Bet they give me a pound
B  
Tell them put the money

in my hand right now
G#m  
Tell the promoter

we need more seats
                 
  We just sold out
         C#
all the floor seats


[Chorus]
D#                  
  Take me on a trip,
             B
I'd like to go some day
G#m                   
  Take me to New York,
                      C#
I'd love to see L.A.
  D#              
  I really want to
      B
come kick it with you
G#m                         C#   D#
You'll be my American boy...


[Verse]
                  B         
  He said, "Hey, sister, it's
                           G#m
really, really nice to meet ya"
                       
  I just met this 5 foot
   C#                   D#
7 guy who's just my type
                    B         
  I like the way he's speaking,
                   G#m
his confidence is peaking
                               
  Don't like his baggy jeans but
      C#                  D#
Imma like what's under neith them


[Verse]
                B
And no, I ain't been to MIA
  G#m                          
  I heard that Cali never rains
                     C#
and New York heart awaits
D#                             
  First let's see the West End,
      B                    \
I'll show you to my bedrin
(G#m)                     
  I'm likin' this American
      (C#)
boy, American boy


[Chorus]
D#                  
  Take me on a trip,
             B
I'd like to go some day
G#m                   
  Take me to New York,
                      C#
I'd love to see L.A.
  D#              
  I really want to
      B
come kick it with you
G#m                    
  You'll be my American
      C#             D#
boy, American boy


[Verse]
                      B       
  Can we get away this weekend?
                     G#m
Take me to Broadway
                       
  Let's go shopping baby
            C#            D#
then we'll go to a Cafe
                B       
  Let's go on the subway,
                      G#m
take me to your hood
                             
  I never been to Brooklyn and
       C#                  D#
I'd like to see what's good


[Verse]
           B
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
    G#m                           
  Sneakers looking fresh to death,
                            C#
I'm lovin' those shell toes
D#                  
  Walkin' that walk,
  B
talk that slick talk
G#m                       
  I'm likin' this American
       C#
boy, American boy


[Chorus]
D#                  
  Take me on a trip,
             B
I'd like to go some day
G#m                   
  Take me to New York,
                      C#
I'd love to see L.A.
  D#              
  I really want to
      B
come kick it with you
G#m
You'll be my American boy
(C#)
Tell'em wagawaan blood


[Verse]
D#
Who killin em in the UK.
B                          G#m
Everybody gonna say you K,
                             
  reluctantly, because most of
                           C#
this press don't fuck wit me.
                  
  Estelle once said
    D#
to me, cool down down
B
don't act a fool now now.
  G#m
I always act a fool oww oww.
                  C#        D#
Ain't nothing new now now.
                                  B
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
                                   G#m
Ribena I know what you're drinkin.
                                    
  Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at
                C#                       D#
the next chick soon as you're blinkin.


[Verse]

What's you're persona
 B                      G#m
About this Americana rhymer?
                     
  Am I shallow cuz all
              C#        D#
my clothes designer?

Dressed smart like a London Bloke
  B                             \
before he speak his suit bespoke
(G#m)  
and you thought

he was cute before.
(C#)                    
  Look at this Pea Coat.
                    D#
Tell me he's broke.

And I know you ain't into all that.
  B  
I heard your lyrics

I feel your spirit.
G#m
But I still talk that CAAASH.
               C#                 D#
Cuz a lot WAGs wanna to hear it.
                    
  And I'm feelin like
                B
Mike at his Baddest.
                              G#m
Like the Pips and the Gladys.

And I know they love it.
                         C#        D#
so to hell with all that rubbish.


[Bridge]
             B                 G#m
Would you be my love, my love?
                      C#        D#
Would you be my love, my love?
             B
Could you be my love, my love?
      G#m                 
  Would you be my American
      C#
boy, American boy?


[Chorus]
D#                  
  Take me on a trip,
             B
I'd like to go some day
G#m                  
  Take me to Chicago,
               C#
San Fransisco Bay.
  D#              
  I really want to
      B
come kick it with you
G#m                    
  You'll be my American
      C#
boy, American boy


[Outro]
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