American Boy - Estelle (Acoustic Karaoke)

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  • Опубліковано 26 гру 2024

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  • @SamBackingTracks
    @SamBackingTracks  Рік тому +3

    A song that I always enjoy playing live.
    The structure is a little different from the original, follow the text and enjoy! 🙌🏽

  • @mskelsiejanel
    @mskelsiejanel Рік тому +12

    This cover is EVERYTHING!

  • @JoanneChang
    @JoanneChang Рік тому +2

    that's exactly what I'm looking forward to 🎉

  • @raphaelantier875
    @raphaelantier875 Рік тому +3

    I was searching a cover exactly like yours!! Thanks for this awesome job. Moreover, I listened the Bastien Picot song version (go check that haha), he gave me want to sing this song with this accoustic style 🙏🏽

    • @SamBackingTracks
      @SamBackingTracks  Рік тому +1

      I went to see Picot's version, really beautiful! Thank you!

  • @jacf2192
    @jacf2192 4 місяці тому

    This is beautiful!

  • @tornelysian
    @tornelysian 8 місяців тому

    My goodness, that was stunning. ♥

  • @rabiarabia8733
    @rabiarabia8733 Рік тому

    Awesome! 👏🏼

  • @Uraniumkay
    @Uraniumkay Рік тому +1

    Hi❤ please do "she always gets what she wants" by Prime Circle😁🙏 its one of those 4 chord songs

  • @rdoudouh4040
    @rdoudouh4040 19 днів тому

    This a number one champion sound (yeah)
    Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down)
    Who the hottest in the world right now? (Uh)
    Just touched down in London town (uh)
    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 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 five-foot-seven 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 LA
    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, eya
    La, la la, la la, eya
    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 lookin' fresh to death, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes
    Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk
    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 LA
    I really want to come kick it with you
    You'll be my American boy
    Tell 'em wah gwan, blud!
    Who killin' 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 thinkin'
    Ribena, I know what you're drinkin'
    Rap singer, chain blinger
    Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'
    What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?
    Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer? Uh
    Dressed smart like a London bloke (yeah)
    Before he speak his suit bespoke (woop)
    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 lotta wags wanna hear it
    And I'm feelin' 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?
    Would you be mine?
    Would you be my love, my love?
    Would 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 (ooh, someday)
    Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay)
    I really want to (you) come kick it with you (ooh-ooh-ooh)
    You'll be my American boy, 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 LA (see LA)
    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
    Will you be my American boy?

  • @MarcoBarrosoWorldCitizen
    @MarcoBarrosoWorldCitizen 2 місяці тому

    @SamBackingTracks I used this for a guitar cover.
    ua-cam.com/video/melZcteADF8/v-deo.htmlsi=8BhRjltxx6PO415i
    Thank you for the beautiful backing track 🙏🏽