American Boy

Estelle
Chords used in this song: Am, C, D, E
Am
C
D
E
[Verse]
E
Just another one champion sound
C
Me and you about to get down
Am
Who the hottest in the world right now
                     D           E
Just touched down in London town

[Verse]

Bet they give me a pound
C
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Am
Tell the promoter we need more seats
                         D
We just sold out all the floor seats


[Chorus]
E                              C
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am                                        D
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
  E                   C
I really want to come kick it with you
Am                         D   E
You'll be my American boy...


[Verse]
                  C                                   Am
He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya"
                         D                   E
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type
                    C                           Am
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking
                                    D                  E
Don't like his baggy jeans but Imma like what's under neith them


[Verse]
                C
And no, I ain't been to MIA
  Am                                              D
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits
E                                  C                    \
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bedrin
(Am)                          (D)
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy


[Chorus]
E                              C
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am                                        D
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
  E                   C
I really want to come kick it with you
Am                         D             E
You'll be my American boy, American boy


[Verse]
                      C                           Am
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
                                  D            E
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe
                C                            Am
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
                                   D                  E
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good


[Verse]
           C
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
    Am                                                      D
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm lovin' those shell toes
E                  C
Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk
Am                             D
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy


[Chorus]
E                              C
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am                                        D
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
  E                   C
I really want to come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy
(D)
Tell'em wagawaan blood


[Verse]
E
Who killin em in the UK.
C                          Am
Everybody gonna say you K,
                                                       D
reluctantly, because most of this press don't fuck wit me.
                     E
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
C
don't act a fool now now.
  Am
I always act a fool oww oww.
                  D        E
Ain't nothing new now now.
                                  C
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
                                   Am
Ribena I know what you're drinkin.
                                                   D                       E
Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.


[Verse]

What's you're persona
 C                      Am
About this Americana rhymer?
                                  D        E
Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer?

Dressed smart like a London Bloke
  C                             \
before he speak his suit bespoke
(Am)
and you thought he was cute before.
(D)                                       E
Look at this Pea Coat. Tell me he's broke.

And I know you ain't into all that.
  C
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
Am
But I still talk that CAAASH.
               D                 E
Cuz a lot WAGs wanna to hear it.
                                   C
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
                              Am
Like the Pips and the Gladys.

And I know they love it.
                         D        E
so to hell with all that rubbish.


[Bridge]
             C                 Am
Would you be my love, my love?
                      D        E
Would you be my love, my love?
             C
Could you be my love, my love?
      Am                      D
Would you be my American boy, American boy?


[Chorus]
E                              C
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Am                                D
Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco Bay.
  E                   C
I really want to come kick it with you
Am                         D
You'll be my American boy, American boy


[Outro]
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