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Intro: Em/B B Am B (Kanye Rap)
EJust another one champion sound GMe and Estelle about to get down AmWho the hottest in the world right now. BJust touched down in London town. EBet they give me a pound. GTell them put the money in my hand right now. AmTell the promoter we need more seats, BWe just sold out all the floor seats
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ETake me on a trip, I'd like to go someG day. AmTake me to New York, I'd love to see LBA. EI really want to come kick iGt with you. AmYou'll be my American BoBy. Gbdim E
(Verse 1)
He said "HeyE SisGter. It's really really nice to meet yoAmu." I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just Bmy type. Gbdim E EI like the way he's speakiGng his confidence is peaking. Am Don't likeB his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's undernGbdimeath them. E
EAnd no I ain't been to MGIA AmI heard that Cali never rains and New York hearBt awaits. EFirst let's see the west end. GI'll show you to my brethren. AmI'm liking this American Boy. BAmerican Boy Gbdim E
(Chorus) (Verse 2)
ECan we get away this weekend? GTake me to Broadway. AmLet's go shopping baby then we'll gBo to a café. ELet's go on the subway. GTake me to your hood. AmI never been to Brooklyn and I'd Blike to see what's good. EDress in all yoGur fancy clothes. AmSneaker's looking Fresh to deathB, I'm loving those Shell Toes. EWalking that walk. GTalk that slick talk. AmI'm liking this American Boy.B American Boy.
(Same as Chorus) Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy (NC) Let them know a gwan blud (Rap 2) E G Am B over and over again Who Killing em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k with 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 drinking. Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking. What's you're persona. About this Americana Brama. Am I shallow cause all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke. And you thought he was cute before. (NC) Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke. And I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that CASH. Cause a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest. The Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. So to hell with all that rubbish Gbdim EMaj (Same as Chorus) Would you be my love, my love. Could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine Could you be my love, my love. Would you be my American Boy. American Boy (Chorus) Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco Bay. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy Outro: E Cm | Am B Gbdim E | (Repeat till fade)