American Boy

[Verse]
A
Just another one champion sound
F
Me and you about to get down
Dm  
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
Dm  
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
Dm                   
  Take me to New York,
                      G
I'd love to see L.A.
  A              
  I really want to
      F
come kick it with you
Dm                         G   A
You'll be my American boy...


[Verse]
                  F         
  He said, "Hey, sister, it's
                           Dm
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,
                   Dm
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
  Dm                          
  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
(Dm)                     
  I'm likin' this American
      (G)
boy, American boy


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


[Verse]
                      F       
  Can we get away this weekend?
                     Dm
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,
                      Dm
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
    Dm                           
  Sneakers looking fresh to death,
                            G
I'm lovin' those shell toes
A                  
  Walkin' that walk,
  F
talk that slick talk
Dm                       
  I'm likin' this American
       G
boy, American boy


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


[Verse]
A
Who killin em in the UK.
F                          Dm
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.
  Dm
I always act a fool oww oww.
                  G        A
Ain't nothing new now now.
                                  F
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
                                   Dm
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                      Dm
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
(Dm)  
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.
Dm
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.
                              Dm
Like the Pips and the Gladys.

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


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


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


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