Chords with lyrics
Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)
Verse:
E
Just another one champion sound
C
Me and Estelle We bout 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
We just sold out
D
all the floor seats
Chorus:
E
Take me on a trip,
C
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
D
I'd love to see L.A.
E
I really want to
C
come kick it with you
Am D E
You'll be my American boy...
Verse:
C
He said, "Hey, sister, it's
Am
really, really nice to meet ya"
I just met this 5 foot
D E
7 guy who's just my type
C
I like the way he's speaking,
Am
his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but
D E
Imma like what's under neith them
Verse:
C
And no, I ain't been to MIA
Am
I heard that Cali never rains
D
and New York heart awaits
E
First let's see the West End,
C \
I'll show you to my bedrin
(Am)
I'm likin' this American
(D)
boy, American boy
Chorus:
E
Take me on a trip,
C
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
D
I'd love to see L.A.
E
I really want to
C
come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American
D E
boy, American boy
Verse:
C
Can we get away this weekend?
Am
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping baby
D E
then we'll go to a Cafe
C
Let's go on the subway,
Am
take me to your hood
I never been to Brooklyn and
D E
I'd like to see what's good
Verse:
C
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Am
Sneakers looking fresh to death,
D
I'm lovin' those shell toes
E
Walkin' that walk,
C
talk that slick talk
Am
I'm likin' this American
D
boy, American boy
Chorus:
E
Take me on a trip,
C
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to New York,
D
I'd love to see L.A.
E
I really want to
C
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,
reluctantly, because most of
D
this press don't fuck wit me.
Estelle once said
E
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.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at
D E
the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
Verse:
What's you're persona
C Am
About this Americana rhymer?
Am I shallow cuz all
D E
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)
Look at this Pea Coat.
E
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.
And I'm feelin like
C
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
Would you be my American
D
boy, American boy?
Chorus:
E
Take me on a trip,
C
I'd like to go some day
Am
Take me to Chicago,
D
San Fransisco Bay.
E
I really want to
C
come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American
D
boy, American boy
Outro:
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