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.
Chorus
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
Let them know ……
Kanye West
Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don’t act a fool now now.
I always act a fool ow ow.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya 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. About this American Brama. 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 cash. Coz a lot wags want to hear it. And I’m feelin like Mike at his Baddest. 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