Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down (get down)
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them "Put the money in my hand right now." (Yes!)
Tell the promoter "We need more seats."
We just sold out all the floor seats
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
He said "Hey sister
It's really, really nice to meet ya."
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking
His confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but imma like what's underneath them
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits
First let's see the west end. I'll show you to my brethren
I'm likin' this American boy. American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy. American boy
Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to broadway
Let's go shopping maybe then we'll go to a café
Let's go on the subway
Take me to your hood
I neva' been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death I'm lovin' those shell-toes
Walkin' that walk
Talk that slick talk
I'm likin' this American boy. American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wagwan blud
Who killin' 'em in the UK?
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly
Cause most of this press don't fuck wit me
Estelle once said to me
"Cool down down don't act a fool now now."
I always act a fool oww oww
Ain't nothing new now now
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin'
Ribena I know what you're drinkin'
Rap singer. Chain blinger
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'
What's your persona bout this Americana? Rhymer
Am I shallow cuz' all my clothes designer?
Dressed smart like a London bloke
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke
And I know you ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit
But I still talk that ca-a-ash
Cause a lot wags want to hear it
And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest
Like the pips at they gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be mine would you be my love my love, could you be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American boy? American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy. American boy