American Boy

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

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

[Verse]

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

in my hand right now
F#m  
Tell the promoter

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


[Verse]

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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


[Outro]
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