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D
Take me on a trip,
A#
I'd like to go some day
Gm
Take me to New York,
C
I'd love to see L.A.
D
I really want to
A#
come kick it with you
Gm C D
You'll be my American boy...




[Verse]
A#
He said, "Hey, sister, it's
Gm
really, really nice to meet ya"

I just met this 5 foot
C D
7 guy who's just my type
A#
I like the way he's speaking,
Gm
his confidence is peaking

Don't like his baggy jeans but
C D
Imma like what's under neith them


[Verse]
A#
And no, I ain't been to MIA
Gm
I heard that Cali never rains
C
and New York heart awaits
D
First let's see the West End,
A# \
I'll show you to my bedrin
(Gm)
I'm likin' this American
(C)
boy, American boy


[Chorus]
D
Take me on a trip,
A#
I'd like to go some day
Gm
Take me to New York,
C
I'd love to see L.A.
D
I really want to
A#
come kick it with you
Gm
You'll be my American
C D
boy, American boy


[Verse]
A#
Can we get away this weekend?
Gm
Take me to Broadway

Let's go shopping baby
C D
then we'll go to a Cafe
A#
Let's go on the subway,
Gm
take me to your hood

I never been to Brooklyn and
C D
I'd like to see what's good


[Verse]
A#
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Gm
Sneakers looking fresh to death,
C
I'm lovin' those shell toes
D
Walkin' that walk,
A#
talk that slick talk
Gm
I'm likin' this American
C
boy, American boy


[Chorus]
D
Take me on a trip,
A#
I'd like to go some day
Gm
Take me to New York,
C
I'd love to see L.A.
D
I really want to
A#
come kick it with you
Gm
You'll be my American boy
(C)
Tell'em wagawaan blood


[Verse]
D
Who killin em in the UK.
A# Gm
Everybody gonna say you K,

reluctantly, because most of
C
this press don't fuck wit me.

Estelle once said
D
to me, cool down down
A#
don't act a fool now now.
Gm
I always act a fool oww oww.
C D
Ain't nothing new now now.
A#
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Gm
Ribena I know what you're drinkin.

Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at
C D
the next chick soon as you're blinkin.


[Verse]

What's you're persona
A# Gm
About this Americana rhymer?

Am I shallow cuz all
C D
my clothes designer?

Dressed smart like a London Bloke
A# \
before he speak his suit bespoke
(Gm)
and you thought

he was cute before.
(C)
Look at this Pea Coat.
D
Tell me he's broke.

And I know you ain't into all that.
A#
I heard your lyrics

I feel your spirit.
Gm
But I still talk that CAAASH.
C D
Cuz a lot WAGs wanna to hear it.

And I'm feelin like
A#
Mike at his Baddest.
Gm
Like the Pips and the Gladys.

And I know they love it.
C D
so to hell with all that rubbish.


[Bridge]
A# Gm
Would you be my love, my love?
C D
Would you be my love, my love?
A#
Could you be my love, my love?
Gm
Would you be my American
C
boy, American boy?


[Chorus]
D
Take me on a trip,
A#
I'd like to go some day
Gm
Take me to Chicago,
C
San Fransisco Bay.
D
I really want to
A#
come kick it with you
Gm
You'll be my American
C
boy, American boy