American Boy Lost Frequencies Remix

American Boy Lost Frequencies Remix This a number one This a number one This a number one champion sound Yeah, Estelle, we about to get down Who the hottest in the world right now? Go Go go some day 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 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 Yeah Estelle we about to get down You'll be my American boy American Boy Go Go go some day see LA Boy 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? Ooh, would you be my American boy, American boy? Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, 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 This a number one champion sound This a number one champion sound Yeah Estelle we about 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 NMY 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 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 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 What's your persona about this Americana rhymer? Am I shallow ‘cause all my clothes designer? Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke Before he speak his suit bespoke And you thought he was cute before Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke 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? Ooh, would you be my American boy, American boy? Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, be a American boy La, la la, la la, eya (La la) La, la la, la la, eya (Ooh, ooh) La, la la, la la, eya