American Boy (Lost Frequencies Remix)

[Intro: Kanye West & Estelle]
This a number one- this a number one-
This a number one champion sound
Go-g-g-go-g-g-g-go someday
To-t-t-to-t-t-t-to see LA

[Chorus 1: Estelle]
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

[Chorus 1: Estelle]
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

[Post-Chorus: Estelle & Kanye West]
Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down
You'll be my American boy, American boy
Go-g-g-go-g-g-g-go someday
To-t-t-to-t-t-t-to see LA
That rubbish

[Bridge: Estelle]
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? (Ooh)
Would you be my American boy? American boy

[Chorus 2: Estelle]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (Ooh, someday)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay (I wanna see LA)
I really want to (You) come kick it with you (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy)

[Drop: Kanye West & Estelle]
This a number one— this a number one—
This a number one— this a number one—
This a number one— this a number one—
This a number one— this a number one—
This a number one— this a number one—
This a number one champion sound
Tell 'em wagwan, blud!

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
This a number one champion sound (Yeah)
Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout 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 (Uh)
Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (Yeah)
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats
No interview with the NME, 'cause I will only make enemy
No Q&A with the Q today, 'cause I really don't have good to say

[Verse 2: Kanye West with Estelle]
Who killin' them 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" (La, la la)
"Don't act a fool now, now." (La la, eya—La, la)
I always act a fool oww, oww
Ain't nothing new now, now
He crazy, I know what you thinkin'
Ribena, I know what you're drinkin'
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'
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 lotta 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

[Bridge: Estelle]
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? (Ooh)
Would you be my American boy? American boy

[Chorus 2: Estelle]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (Ooh, someday)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay (I wanna see LA)
I really want to (You) come kick it with you (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy)

[Outro: Estelle]
La, la la, la la, eya (La, la)
La, la la, la la, eya (Ooh, ooh)
La, la la, la la, eya