This another number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle we about to 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
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 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 you
I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my type
Like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking
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 wide awake
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin
I'm liking 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 LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

Can we get away this weekend
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping baby 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
Sneaker's looking fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes
Walking that walk, talk that slick talk
I'm liking 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 LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy
Let them know wagwan blud

Who killing them in the UK, everybody going to say "you, K"
Reluctantly, because most of this press don't **** 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 you thinking
Ribena I know what you're drinking
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
What's your persona about 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 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 want to hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest
Like The Pips at their 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)
Would 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

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