C’est la rentrée mais n’oublions pas l’été !

Une espèce de billet d’humeur aujourd’hui, motivé par un titre qui a illustré mon été et que j’ai envie de garder là tout prêt de moi histoire 2 l’immortaliser comme souvenir ensoleillé…
et puis c’est pas comme si j’étais la seule à avoir chantonné American Boy d’Estelle feat Kanye West non-stop cet été, n’est-il pas?

Spéciale dédicace à mes compères de WE cannois (qui attendent toujours le OFF, ça arrive, si, si :-s ) et à tous ceux qui croient que c’est MA chanson alors que non, c’est juste LA chanson de l’été, pour le reste certains connaissent mes goût musicaux plus, hum, mouvementés dira-t-on .

Et comme « the baseline is just crazy on this song » j’ai trouvé cette petite vidéo pour apprendre à jouer ce tube au piano, y’a des mecs à fond quand même ^^

Mais savoir chanter ça suffit parfois hein, alors v’là les paroles pour chanter tout l’automne sans être fort crétin à chanter en yahourt dépouvu, parce que les mêches blondes c’est fini hein source Lets sing it (mon site tip top pour les paroles non francophones) :

Kanye:

Just another one champion sound
me and Estelle about to get down
we 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

Estelle:

Chorus
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.

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.
I like the way he’s speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans but Imma like what’s underneath it.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my bridrens.
I’m likin’ this American Boy. American Boy

Chorus
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.
You’ll be my American Boy. American Boy

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let’s go shopping baby 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.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker’s looking Fresh to Def I’m lovin those Shell Toes.
Walking that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I’m liking this American Boy. American Boy.

Chorus
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

tell them wagwan blud

Kanye West:
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
because most of this press don’t f**k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don’t act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Aint nothing new now now. He crazy,
I know what ya thinkin.
Ribeana I know what you’re drinkin.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinkin.
What’s you’re persona. about this Americana. Rama.
Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer.
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’re not into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that cash. Cuz a lot wags want to hear it.
And I’m feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it.
so to hell with all that rubbish

Estelle:
Would you be my love, my love.
Could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy

Chorus
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Fransico Bay
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy
You’ll be my American Boy. American Boy.