American Boy

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

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

[Verse]

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

in my hand right now
C#m  
Tell the promoter

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


[Verse]

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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


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