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Just
another one
champion
sound
Yeah
Estelle
we
about 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
Tell
the promoter
we
need
more seats
We
just sold out
all
the floor seats
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
He
said
Hey
sister
it's
really
really nice
to meet you
I
just met
this
five foot seven
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
the
what's underneath
them
And
no
I
ain't been to
MIA
I heard that
Cali
never
rains
and
New York
heart
awaits
First
let's see
the west end
I'll show you
to my brethren
I'm liking
this
American boy
American boy
Take me on
a trip
I'd like to
go someday
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
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've
never been to
Brooklyn
and
I'd like to
see
what's good
Dressed
in all
your fancy clothes
Sneakers
looking
fresh to death
I'm
loving
those
Shell Toes
Walking
that walk
Talk
that
slick talk
I'm liking
this
American boy
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
Who
killing
them
in the UK
Everybody
gonna to say
you
K
Reluctantly,
'cause
most of this
press
don't with me
Estelle
once
said
to
me,
cool down
down
Don't act a fool
now
now
I
always act a fool
Aint
nothing new
now
now
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
you're
persona
About this
Americana,
rhymer
Am
I
shallow
'cause
all my
clothes
designer
Dressed
smart
like a
london bloke
Before
he speaks
his suit
bespoke
And
you thought
he was
cute
before
Look at
this peacoat
tell me
he's
broke
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 lot
wags
want to
hear
it
And
I'm
feeling like
Mike
at
his
baddest
Like
the pips
at
they
gladdest
And
I know
they
love
it,
so
to hell with
all that
rubbish
Would you be
my
love,
my love
Would you be
my
love,
my love
Could you be
my
love,
my love
Would you be
my american boy
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