American Boy (Lost Frequencies Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West & Estelle] This a number one- this a number one- This a number one champion sound Go-g-g-go-g-g-g-go someday To-t-t-to-t-t-t-to see LA [Chorus 1: 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 [Chorus 1: 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 [Post-Chorus: Estelle & Kanye West] Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down You'll be my American boy, American boy Go-g-g-go-g-g-g-go someday To-t-t-to-t-t-t-to see LA That rubbish [Bridge: Estelle] 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? American boy [Chorus 2: Estelle] Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (Ooh, someday) Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay (I wanna see LA) I really want to (You) come kick it with you (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy) [Drop: Kanye West & Estelle] This a number one— this a number one— This a number one— this a number one— This a number one— this a number one— This a number one— this a number one— This a number one— this a number one— This a number one champion sound Tell 'em wagwan, blud! [Verse 1: Kanye West] This a number one champion sound (Yeah) 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 (Uh) Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (Yeah) Tell the promoter we need more seats We just sold out all the floor seats No interview with the NME, 'cause I will only make enemy No Q&A with the Q today, 'cause I really don't have good to say [Verse 2: Kanye West with Estelle] Who killin' them in the UK? Everybody gonna say, "You, K" Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't fuck with me Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down" (La, la la) "Don't act a fool now, now." (La la, eya—La, la) I always act a fool oww, oww Ain't nothing new now, now He crazy, I know what you thinkin' Ribena, I know what you're drinkin' Rap singer, chain blinger Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin' And I know you ain't into all that I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit But I still talk that ca-a-ash 'Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest Like The Pips at their gladdest And I know they love it So to hell with all that rubbish [Bridge: Estelle] 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? American boy [Chorus 2: Estelle] Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (Ooh, someday) Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay (I wanna see LA) I really want to (You) come kick it with you (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy) [Outro: Estelle] La, la la, la la, eya (La, la) La, la la, la la, eya (Ooh, ooh) La, la la, la la, eya