Kanye West: This a number one champion sound Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down Who the hottest in the world right now Just touched down in London town Bet they give me a pound Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now Tell the promoter we need more seats We just sold out all the floor seats
Estelle: Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day 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
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 Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them And no, I ain't been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake First let's see the West End I'll show you to my bredrin I'm likin' this American boy, American boy
Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day 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, 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 never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers lookin' fresh to death, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk I'm likin this American boy, American boy.
Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day 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 Tell 'em wah gwaan, blud!
Kanye West: Who killin' them in the UK Everybody gonna say "You, K" Reluctantly, 'cause 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 Aint nothing new now, now He crazy, I know what you thinkin' Ribena I know what you're drinkin' Rap singer, chain blinger Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin' What's you're persona about this Americana rhymer 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 Look at this pea coat, 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 wanna hear it And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest Like the Pips at their gladdest And I know they love it So to hell with all that rubbish
Estelle: 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 Francisco Bay I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
