paroles de chanson American Boy - Lost Frequencies Remix - Lost Frequencies , 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
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
Take
me
to
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
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
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,
my
love?
Would
you
be
my
American
boy,
American
boy?
Take
me
on
a
trip,
I'd
like
to
go
some
day
(Ooh,
go
some
day)
Take
me
to
Chicago,
San
Francisco
bay
I
really
want
to
come
kick
it
with
you
(Ooh)
You'll
be
my
American
boy,
American
boy
(Be
my
American
boy)
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!
This
a
number
one
champion
sound
Yeah,
Estelle,
we
'bout
to
get
down
Who
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
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
Who
killing
them
in
the
UK?
Everybody
going
to
say
"You,
K!"
Reluctantly,
because
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
oww,
oww
Ain't
nothing
new
now,
now
He
crazy,
I
know
what
you
thinking
Ribena,
I
know
what
you're
drinking
Rap
singer,
chain
blinger
Holler
at
the
next
chick
soon
as
you're
blinking
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
want
to
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,
my
love?
Would
you
be
my
American
boy,
American
boy?
Take
me
on
a
trip,
I'd
like
to
go
some
day
(Ooh,
go
some
day)
Take
me
to
Chicago,
San
Francisco
bay
I
really
want
to
come
kick
it
with
you
(Ooh)
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