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Chords used in this song: Em, G, A, B

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Capo V

[Verse]
B
Just another one champion sound
G
Me and you about to get down
Em
Who the hottest in the world right now
                     A           B
Just touched down in London town

[Verse]

Bet they give me a pound
G
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Em
Tell the promoter we need more seats
                         A
We just sold out all the floor seats

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse]

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

Dressed smart like a London Bloke
  G                             \
before he speak his suit bespoke
(Em)
and you thought he was cute before.
(A)                                       B
Look at this Pea Coat. Tell me he's broke.

And I know you ain't into all that.
  G
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
Em
But I still talk that CAAASH.
               A                 B
Cuz a lot WAGs wanna to hear it.
                                   G
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
                              Em
Like the Pips and the Gladys.

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

[Bridge]
             G                 Em
Would you be my love, my love?
                      A        B
Would you be my love, my love?
             G
Could you be my love, my love?
      Em                      A
Would you be my American boy, American boy?

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

[Outro]
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