American Boy

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

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

[Verse]

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

in my hand right now
D#m  
Tell the promoter

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


[Verse]

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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


[Outro]
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