American Boy

American Boy by Estelle ft. Kanye West if featured in Pilot, The First Episode of Season 1, it is sung by Joshua Miller and its his audition song

## Lyrics

Josh:

This a number one champion sound (yeah)

Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down)

Who the hottest in the world right now? (Uh)

Just touched down in London town (uh)

Bet they give me a pound (uh)

Tell them put the money in my hand right now (yeah)

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 L.A.

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 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'ma like what's underneath it

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 likin' this American boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day

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, American boy

Will you 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 never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good

Dress in all your fancy clothes

Sneaker's looking 'fresh to def' I'm lovin' those shell toes

Walkin' that walk

Talk that slick talk

I'm likin' this American Boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day

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

Tell 'em wagwan, blud

Who killin' 'em 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, don't act a fool, now, now"

I always act a fool, ow, ow

Ain't nothing new, now, now

He crazy, I know what you thinkin'

Ribena I know what your drinkin'

Rap singer, chain blinger

Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'

What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?

Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer? 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

But I still talk that ca-a-a-sh

'Cause a lot 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

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

Would you be my American boy? American boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (ooh, someday)

Take me to Chicago, San Fransico Bay

I really want to come kick it with you (ooh-ooh)

You'll be my American Boy (be my American boy)

Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day (I'd like to go some day)

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

American Boy

Will you be my American boy?