verse
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
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
chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to, come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
verse
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
Don't like his baggy jeans, but I might like what's underneath them
verse
And, no, I ain't been to M.I.A.
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
chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to, come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
verse
Can we get away this weekend?
Let's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a café
I never been to Brooklyn, and I'd like to see what's good
chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to, come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
verse
Who killing 'em in the U.K.
Everybody gonna say, "You K"
Reluctantly 'cause 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
verse
He crazy, I know what you 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 'cause all my clothes designer?
verse
Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke (yeah)
Before he speak his suit bespoke (woop)
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke (woo)
And I know you ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
verse
But I still talk that ca-a-ash
'Cause a lot wags wanna hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
So to hell with all that rubbish
bridge
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)
Could you be my love, my love? (ooh)
Would you be my American boy?
chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday (ooh, someday)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay)
I really want to (you), come kick it with you (ooh-ooh-ooh)
You'll be my American boy
chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday (I'd like to go someday)
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. (see L.A.)
I really want to, come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Writer(s): Kweli Ebon Washington, Joshua Lopez, Caleb Speir, John Roger Stephens, Estelle Swaray, Keith Ernesto Harris, William Adams, Kanye Omari West