American Boy

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

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

[Verse]

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

in my hand right now
Fm  
Tell the promoter

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


[Verse]

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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


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