This a number one champion soundYeah Estelle we 'bout to get downWho the hottest in the world right nowJust touched down in London townBet they give me a poundTell them put the money in my hand right nowTell the promoter we need more seatsWe just sold out all the floor seatsTake me on a trip I'd like to go some dayTake me to New York I'd love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boyHe said "Hey sister it's really really nice to meet ya"I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my typeLike the way he's speakin' his confidence is peakin'Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath themAnd no I ain't been to MIAI heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awakeFirst let's see the West End I'll show you to my bredrinI'm liking this American boy American boyTake me on a trip I'd like to go some dayTake me to New York I'd love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boyLa la la la la eyaLa la la la la eyaLa la la la la eyaWill you be my American boyAmerican boyCan we get away this weekend Take me to BroadwayLet's go shopping baby then we'll go to a caféLet's go on the subway take me to your hoodI never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's goodDressed in all your fancy clothesSneakers looking fresh to death I'm loving those Shell ToesWalking that walk talk that slick talkI'm liking this American boy American boyTake me on a trip I'd like to go some dayTake me to New York I'd love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boyTell 'em wagwan bludWho killing them in the UKEverybody going to say "You K"Reluctantly because most of this press don't fuck with meEstelle once said to me "Cool down downDon't act a fool now now"I always act a fool oww owwAin't nothing new now nowHe crazy I know what you thinkingRibena I know what you're drinkingRap singer chain blingerHoller at the next chick soon as you're blinkingWhat's your persona about this Americana rhymerAm I shallow 'cause all my clothes designerUh dressed smart like a London blokeBefore he speak his suit bespokeAnd you thought he was cute beforeLook at this pea coat tell me he's brokeAnd I know you ain't into all thatI heard your lyrics I feel your spiritBut I still talk that ca-a-ash'Cause a lot of wags want to hear itAnd I'm feeling like Mike at his baddestLike The Pips at their gladdestAnd I know they love itSo to hell with all that rubbishWould you be my love my loveCould you be mineWould you be my love my loveCould you be mineCould you be my love my loveOoh would you be my American boy American boyTake me on a trip I'd like to go some dayTake me to Chicago San Francisco bayI really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boy American boyTake me on a trip I'd like to go some dayTake me to New York I'd love to see L.A.See L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boy American boyLa la la la la eyaLa laLa la la la la eyaOoh oohLa la la la la eyaWill you be my American boy
American Boy (Lost Frequencies Remix / Extended|Explicit)
American Boy (Lost Frequencies Remix / Extended|Explicit)