American Boy (Lost Frequencies RemixExtended)

This a number one champion sound
This a number one champion sound
This a number one champion sound
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
Yeah, Estelle, we about to get down
You'll be my American boy
American boy
Go some day
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?
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 champion sound
Tell 'em wagwan, blud!
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 NME
Cause I will only make enemy
No Q&A with the Q today
Cause I Reall don' t havegood to say
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody going to say 'You, K!'
Reluctantly, because most of this press don't **** 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?
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
La, la la, la la, eya (La la)
La, la la, la la, eya (Ooh, ooh)
La, la la, la la, eya