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Kanye West:

Just another one champion sound,
me and Estelle about to get down.
Who’s 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 5 foot 7 guys who’s just my type.
Like the way he’s speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans, but I’m a like what’s underneath it.
And no I ain’t been to MIA.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s heart away. First let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my bedroom.
I’m liking 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 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 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 loving those Shell Toes.
Walking that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I’m liking 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 LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy.

Kanye West:
Who killin‘ em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say you K.
Reluctantly, ‚cause most of this press don’t f*** with me
Estelle once said to me:
cool… down, down, don’t act a fool… now, now.
I always act a fool… oww, oww. Aint nothing new… now, now. He crazy, I know what you thinkin‘.
White Pino I know what you’re drinkin‘.
Rap singer.
Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinkin‘.
What’s you’re persona?
I got this Americana.
Drama!
Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke,
before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before,
look at this P Coat, tell me he’s broke.
And I know you’re not into all that,
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CAAASH…
Cuz a lot wacks wanna hear it.
And I’m feelin‘ like Mike at his baddest,
like the pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it,
so to hell with all that rubbish!

Estelle:
Would you be my love, my love?
Could be mine? Would you be my love, my love? Could be mine?
Would 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,
take me to Chicaco, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy, American Boy.

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