American

Play house, put my favorite record on
Get down, get your crystal method on
You were like, tall, tan, drivin' 'round the city
Flirtin' with the girls like, "You're so pretty"
"Springsteen is the king, don't you think?"
I was like, "Hell yeah, that guy can sing"

Like oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

You make me crazy, you make me wild
Just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child
Your skin so gold and brown
Be young, be dope, be proud
Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Drive fast, I can almost taste it now
L.A., I don't even have to fake it now
You were like so sick, everybody said it
You were way ahead of the trend, g-get it
"Elvis is the best, hell yes"
"Honey, put on that party dress"

Like ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-oh

You make me crazy, you make me wild
Just like a baby, you spin me 'round like a child
Your skin so gold and brown
Be young, be dope, be proud
Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Everybody wants to go fast
But they can't compare
I don't really want the rest
Only you can take me there
I don't even know what I'm sayin'
But I'm prayin' for you

You make me crazy, you make me wild
Just like a baby, you spin me 'round like a child
Your skin so gold and brown
Be young, be dope, be proud
Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Like an American
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Like an American!



Credits
Writer(s): Emile Haynie, Richard W. Jr. Nowels, Elizabeth Grant
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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