Verse 1: (Kanye West)
This a number one champion sound
Yeah Estelle we ’bout to get down (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. (Yes)
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats

Chorus: (Estelle)
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.

Verse 2:
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 speaking his confidence is peaking.
Though I don’t like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what’s underneath them.
And no I ain’t been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains with New York’s heart away.
First let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my Bredrin.
I’m liking 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.
La da da la la la da da la la

Verse 3:
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.

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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 wagwaan blood

Verse 4: (Kanye West)
Who killing em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say you K,
Reluctantly, because most of this press don’t fuck 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 thinking.
Ribena I know what you’re drinking.
Rap singer.
Chain Blinger.
Holla 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. (Uh)
Dressed smart like a London Bloke. (Yes)
Before he speak his suit bespoke. (Whoop)
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this Pea Coat, Tell me he’s broke. (Whoo)
And I know you ain’t into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CAAASH.
Cuz a lot WAGs want to hear it.
And I’m feeling like Mike at his Baddest.
Like the Pips at their Gladist.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish.

Verse 5: (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 boy.