American Boy

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

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

[Verse]

Bet they give me a pound
A#  
Tell them put the money

in my hand right now
Gm  
Tell the promoter

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


[Verse]
D
Who killin em in the UK.
A#                          Gm
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
A#
don't act a fool now now.
  Gm
I always act a fool oww oww.
                  C        D
Ain't nothing new now now.
                                  A#
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
                                   Gm
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
 A#                      Gm
About this Americana rhymer?
                     
  Am I shallow cuz all
              C        D
my clothes designer?

Dressed smart like a London Bloke
  A#                             \
before he speak his suit bespoke
(Gm)  
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.
  A#  
I heard your lyrics

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

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


[Bridge]
             A#                 Gm
Would you be my love, my love?
                      C        D
Would you be my love, my love?
             A#
Could you be my love, my love?
      Gm                 
  Would you be my American
      C
boy, American boy?


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


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