American Boy
DJ Fletch And Kanye Lyrics
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Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down)
Who the hottest in the world right now? (Huh)
Just touched down in London town (huh)
Bet they give me a pound (uh)
Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (yes)
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 speakin', his confidence is peakin'
Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them
And, no, I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin
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
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
Will you be my American boy?
American boy
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping, maybe 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
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death, 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 L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wah gwan, blud!
Who killing 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
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 thinking (uh-huh)
Ribena, I know what you're drinking
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?
Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer?
Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke (yes)
Before he speak his suit bespoke (woo)
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-ash
'Cause a lot of wags wanna hear it
And I'm feeling 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?
Could you be mine?
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be mine?
Could you be my love (ooh), my love?
Would you be my American boy, American boy?
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (ooh, some day)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay)
I really want to (to) come kick it with you (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
La-la-la-la-la-di-da (la, la)
La-la-la-la-la-di-da (ooh-ooh)
La-la-la-la-la-di-da
Will you be my American boy?
The lyrics to DJ Fletch and Kanye's song "American Boy" tell the story of a meeting between two people from different parts of the world: a woman from London and a man from the United States. The woman is instantly drawn to the man's confidence and style, and as they explore London, she imagines what it would be like to travel with him to New York and LA. She admires his fashion sense, his persona, and even his taste in sneakers. Meanwhile, the man is intrigued by the woman's British identity and the way she carries herself, and he imagines taking her on a trip to Chicago and San Francisco. The chorus repeats the phrase "Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day" as a plea to explore the world together.
The lyrics capture the sense of excitement and possibility that comes with meeting someone new and imagining all the adventures you could have together. The mention of specific places like Broadway and the West End, as well as cultural references like Ribena and Shell Toes, adds to the sense of place and personality. The song also touches on some broader themes, like the question of what it means to be an "American boy" or a "London bloke," and the tension between wanting to fit in and wanting to be true to oneself. Overall, the lyrics paint a vivid picture of two people connecting across cultures and exploring the world together, with all the joy and uncertainty that comes with it.
Line by Line Meaning
This a number one champion sound
We have created the best sound out there
Yeah, Estelle, we about to get down
Estelle, get ready to dance
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Who is the most popular artist in the world right now?
Just touched down in London town
We have just arrived in London
Bet they give me a pound
I bet someone will give me currency in pounds
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell them to give me the money immediately
Tell the promoter we need more seats
Inform the promoter that we need more seats for our show
We just sold out all the floor seats
All of the floor seats have been sold out
Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day
I want you to take me on a trip in the future
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I want to visit New York and Los Angeles
I really want to come kick it with you
I really want to hang out with you
You'll be my American boy
You will be my American companion
He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya."
He greeted me in a friendly way
I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my type
I met a guy who fits my preferences
Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin'
I like the way he talks and how confident he is
Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them
I don't like his clothes, but I might like what he has beneath them
And, no, I ain't been to MIA
I haven't been to Miami
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake
I heard that it doesn't rain in California and New York is always active
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin
First, let's check out the West End, and then I'll introduce you to my friends
I'm liking this American boy, American boy
I'm enjoying the company of this American guy
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Can we go away for the weekend? Can you take me to Broadway?
Let's go shopping, maybe, then we'll go to a café
Let's go shopping, and then we'll go to a café
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
Let's take the subway and go to your neighborhood
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
I have never been to Brooklyn and I would like to experience it
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
You are dressed in stylish clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes
Your sneakers look great, especially the Shell Toes
Walking that walk, talk that slick talk
You walk and talk confidently and smoothly
I'm liking this American boy, American boy
I am enjoying the company of my American companion
Tell 'em wah gwaan, blud!
Say what's up to them, friend!
Who killing them in the UK?
Who is dominating in the UK music scene?
Everybody going to say "You, K!"
Everyone will say that the UK is killing it
Reluctantly, because most of this press don't fuck with me
Hesitantly, because most media outlets do not support my work
Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down
Estelle once advised me to calm down
Don't act a fool now, now."
Don't behave foolishly
I always act a fool oww, oww
I always behave foolishly
Ain't nothing new now, now
There is nothing new about that
He crazy, I know what you thinking
He is eccentric, I know that is what you are thinking
Ribena, I know what you're drinking
You are drinking Ribena, I know that
Rap singer, chain blinger
I am a rapper who wears chains
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
Flirt with the next girl the moment you blink your eyes
What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?
What is your image as an American rapper?
Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer?
Am I superficial because I wear designer clothes?
Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke
Dressed in a fashionable way like a Londoner
Before he speak his suit bespoke
His suit tells you that he is wealthy before he even says a word
And you thought he was cute before
You thought he was attractive already
Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke
This pea coat makes him look poor, but he's actually wealthy
And I know you ain't into all that
I know you are not interested in those things
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
I listened to your music and I feel your energy
But I still talk that ca-a-ash
But I still talk that cash
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
Because a lot of people want to hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
I feel like Michael Jackson at his best
Like The Pips at their gladdest
Like Gladys Knight & the Pips when they were happy
And I know they love it
And I know that they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
So forget about all of that nonsense
Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be my lover?
Could you be mine?
Could you be with me?
Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be my lover?
Could you be mine?
Could you be with me?
Could you be my love, my love?
Could you be my lover?
Would you be my American boy, American boy?
Would you be my American companion?
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
I want you to take me on a trip sometime in the future
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay
I really want to come kick it with you
I really want to hang out with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy
You will be my American companion
Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day
I want you to take me on a trip sometime in the future
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I want to visit New York and Los Angeles
I really want to come kick it with you
I really want to hang out with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy
You will be my American companion
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Joshua Lopez, Caleb Speir, Keith Ernesto Harris, William Adams, Kanye Omari West, John Roger Stephens, Estelle Swaray, Kweli Ebon Washington
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