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: E C Am D La La La La La Di Da La La La La La Di Da
