The New Retro Album

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Recorded at Lineup Room studio in Baltimore, mixed by Samu-L and mastered by Brandon Lackey (in conjunction with Samu-L, Jake Vicious, and Nature Boi). Original music written and performed by the New Retro Music Group 2010-present. Features by Brain Rapp, DMV Mac, Dugee F Buller, G-Two, and more.

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released 04 July 2015

Aubrey "Che" Adams- Lead vocals
Chris "The General" Henri- Rap vocals and production
Enoch "EL Bassface" Rowe- Bass Guitar
Jason "Funky Stew" Stewart- Percussion
Samuel "Samu-L" Chafin- Keyboard, Rap vocals, production, mixing

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New Retro Maryland

New Retro is a funk/hip-hop band from College Park MD, performing live in the greater Washington DC region. The core membership of funk (lead vocalist Che Adams, percussionist Jason Stewart, and bassist Enoch Rowe) have been performing together since 2005. The introduction of hip-hop came with lyricist Chris "I Go By the General" Henri (2010) and producer/lyricist Sam "Samu-L" Chafin (2011) ... more

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Track Name: Flair
Flair Lyrics, written by Aubrey Adams, Chris Henri, and Samuel Chafin

Chorus
You got that flair
It's not fair
You're so rare
It's all right there
You got that flair
From toes to hair   
Can't help but stare 
You float on air

Verse
Excuse me slim...I noticed you just walked past me
And the fact that there's a question you forgot to ask me...
My name's Chris- -you gotta be the chick that John Legend lost, Maxine
Legs out looking like you're ‘tryna catch a taxi
I'm just ‘tryna pay you some attention with no flat fee
And hoping I can cash in (in the back seat)
That made you laugh? sweet, that's something that I'm glad to see
‘Cause I'm ‘tryna make you the center of my galaxy.


Chorus
You got that flair
It's not fair
You're so rare
It's all right there
You got that flair
From toes to hair   
Can't help but stare 
You float on air

Verse
I see you walk across the room and girl you're moving like music, and I'm grooving
An everybody that ain't got’cha with em baby they're losing, but I'm too hip
Another minute ‘ooh’ I'm slipping, under yo spell, and you know damn well
You got me tripping, ooh lady ‘ya giving me hell, aww yeah

Chorus
You got that flair
It's not fair
You're so rare
It's all right there
You got that flair
From toes to hair   
Can't help but stare 
You float on air

Verse

Aye baby girl you got it so anything you ever need,
As long as I ain't departed you call, and I’ll be right there
Got her a watch, go ahead then start and then stop it,
On my mind all the time pretty, sipping your wine as we dine
Finish up twist the loud plush pine your demeanor is so divine
The flare you exhibit is rare sweating the sheets,
I'm pulling your hair feeling the love in the moonlight glare
Take a little break put another in the air
Does something slight to me girl I swear
Hypnotized by them hips and thighs,
And don't another brother get it ‘cause to them you a prize
But see it hit me every time I look into your eyes (that flare)

Chorus
You got that flair
It's not fair
You're so rare
It's all right there
You got that flair
From toes to hair   
Can't help but stare 
You float on air
Track Name: Two Step
Written by Che Adams and Chris Henri

Chorus
Can I have this dance?
May I have this kiss?
Can I take your hand?
Can you grant my wish?
Can I have this night?
Can I have this dream?
Can I have this life?
‘Cause you you got all of me
Can I have this dance?..

Verse
My mans hit me with a plan

He got the move and wheels, I got the liq and grams

Fitting like it shoot to kill, the shirt, kicks and pants

So when the nights ended we dipping with women, stamped

But you know I won’t be licking that just isn’t in the plans

Not for me, but she go, cause she know I’m in a band

New Retro, hotter than a nigga with a tan
Now my egos stroked like Beal: Flick his wrist and hand

The hour glass flipped, dropping liquor with the sand

Think I’m traveling with pets got some bishes in the bag

Already, no “tens”, just some “sixes” with an ass

Since the night still young, resort to hitting them is last

My eyes caught a dime resemble women in my past

So I know it ain’t a difference, I just sip what’s in my glass

Make small talk, like my words a midget it’s a wrap

Youngin hopping in the whip and I ain’t even get a dance


Chorus
Can I have this dance?
May I have this kiss?
Can I take your hand?
Can you grant my wish?
Can I have this night?
Can I have this dream?
Can I have this life?
‘Cause you you got all of me
Can I have this dance?..

Bridge
We’re just a two step away
From a good thing
We’re just a few steps away
From a sure thing
Girl I see you over there moving your thing
Come on swing it over here, move it my way
Track Name: Melody
Melody Lyrics written by Aubrey Adams and Chris Henri

Verse
It seems like everybody wants their lady or their girl
Everyone is looking for their baby or their world
T.I. Justin and Timbaland were looking for "My Love"
But I had something more in mind here's what I'm thinking of
I'm trying to find a melody to finish up my symphony 
The harmony of you and me improved my music drastically
So let me hear your sweetest note attach it to my favorite quote
And once your vocals start to float
Then you'll perfect the song I wrote

Verse
Can you be my melody I need you in my song
Without you here to carry it my composition’s wrong
I been searching for this harmony for oh-so long
And with you here in my life I know my music's strong

Verse
These youngins love it when I harmonize with my brother Aubrey
High off the ‘Marley’, hit without an RBI
Straight to the party life when I put my car in drive
Riding with a dime and she take it past the margin line
Treat it like a park and ride?..nah slim is heavenly
Body like a bottle and her voice is like a melody
Eyes like a model—full of class not sexy themes
But still get it in I make it drip like R. Kelly beats
Chris is the name, ‘the General’ I go by
Hall of fame with game I'm ‘trynna retire (whole time)
Real rap hunting for a match, body—soul—mind
‘Tryna find a co-sign, coming up short as Four—Nine”
So I put my head up (both kinds)
Shining like a diamond sun on islands, or a chrome nine
‘Til I find my long hair, youngin' with a belly ring,
‘Slim’ pretty face, (ask) “will you be my melody?”
Track Name: Beej
Beej Lyrics written by Chris Henri and Aubrey Adams

Verse
Chilling on the sofa I’m watching a movie with a youngin' I'm bout to roll up
We both ain't watching—waiting on the right timing to go nuts
If we do it when she walk through the door she feel like a roller
So (uh) I put a flick on, converse and rub her shoulders
‘Til we get to the reason she's coming over (over)
I need it at night and in the morning like Dunkin' Donuts
Mid-day as I get paid with no buzz I'm blown up
I get it in the whip couple ni**as I’m running over
Freshman year I hit the shoulder that's how mean this youngin’s throat was
But I digress “I suggest you come a little closer
I go by ‘the General’, you like me?..take care of my soldier”
Aye get back to it as buddah’s in the air, light the ‘doja'
Youngin' hit it long ‘cause she was turned on by the nice aroma
I’m always blowing strong she feel when we high we closer
I turn any youngin' from nice to ‘go-er' (goer)

Bridge
Let me let you get back to the ‘beej’
Let me let you get back to the beej

Chorus
‘Cause we just wanna feel good
‘Cause we just wanna feel good

Verse
I still respect them don't mistake my suggestion
But my joint in high school said I'd get em all if more aggressive
From then on started going smack from light to dark complexion
Stay clean as dryer sheets don't trust them they lie with ease when they want it
I like the ‘beej' and knowing when they plan to do it
One grabs my basketball shorts when she wanna get back to it (to it)
I say “just do it” word to the shoes I'm in
Vintage Max Ninety-Five Two Thousand-Nine or Penny line the kicks is
Cargo shorts and a spliff in my hand make my eyes squinted
Dos Equis cause I'm interesting—I love beer drinking women
If she white liquor sipping it don't matter if she's with it
I'll accommodate, dominate, then ganja in papers twisted (twisted)
Exhale then lifted she hit it—feel like we kissing
Lick her lips then turn on the camera because she wants to witness
The game tape for statistics ‘cause all she hears when I speak is “let me
(aye let me let me let me) let you get back to the ‘beej’”

Bridge
Let me let you get back to the ‘beej’
Let me let you get back to the beej

Chorus
‘Cause we just wanna feel good
‘Cause we just wanna feel good
Track Name: On The Rise
Lyrics written by Che Adams and Chris Henri

Chorus
Take your time we're on the rise
Ease your mind we're getting high
Take a look into my eyes
And take your time we're on the rise

Verse
I'ma try and say this right, understand I'm on the humble
But I'ma be ok, tough cookies never crumble
I know I dropped the ball but ain't we all allowed to fumble
Shit, I get up real quick, and never take the same tumble
So rumble young man rumble,
Never give up the hunger
Lightning strikes twice
So be ready like the thunder
Mentally shit should be
Simply easy to handle
Perfect practice, perfect habits
Perfect passes on the scramble
All that matters is you gather
All the ladders you can find
Take the day lead the way
Every play in your mind
So get back to your gathering
Your mixing and mastering
Ain't no use in dreaming
Hit record once it's happening
Chill, we're moving forward and regret is for the birds
Make it real, let your actions speak louder than your words
Don't wait, keep pace and remember that you're blessed
Have faith, be patient, this is just another test. So

Chorus
Take your time we're on the rise
Ease your mind we're getting high
Take a look into my eyes
And take your time we're on the rise

Verse
I got some papers and a lighter on my dresser... yessir
I got some papers and a lighter on my dresser... yessir
I got some papers and a lighter on my dresser... yessir
Aye bambu, raw papers, e-z widers
I got some papers and a lighter on my dresser... yessir
Aye zig-zags, we don't rock with them tops... nah
And i'ma grab them two things, my chap stick, wallet and keys then leave
Thank God it's the end of spring, no jackets, long sleeves
Seeing thongs, D's out, I'm on it when it meows
They interested I play more positions then Boris Diaw
We twisting palm tree loud, to the reggie we senile
We making moves, on the rise, we don't even see clouds
Except the ones from trees now, need the bag in money piles
‘Til I won't wear sunglasses for fashion, up in my beach house
Reclining with my feet out, Adidas slippers on sand
Beater, shorts (Jordan brand), twist tree, hitting a jack
Newcastle in hand, this what I day dream bout, on foreign sand
Puffin, resorting with something gorgeous, pouring jack
It's what I need now, the path that I chose, it was a toll road
But as I've grown I know it's the same anyway you going go
So breathe child, trials that you face are weights that you need now
Just lift it, that's word to what I'm getting as I peace out!

Chorus 
Take your time we're on the rise
Ease your mind we're getting high
Take a look into my eyes 
And take your time we're on the rise 

We're on the rise, we're on the rise
We're on the rise
I might just spread my wings and fly
I might just spread my wings and fly
I might just spread my wings and fly

Reprise
Tried to tell 'em I was on the rise
But now I can't I can't see em 'cause my chin too high
Tried to tell 'em I was on the rise
But now I can't I can't see em 'cause my chin too high
Tried to tell 'em I was on the rise
But now I can't I can't see em 'cause my chin too high
Tried to tell 'em I was on the rise
But now I can't I can't see em 'cause my chin too high

We rollin', we smokin', we tokin', we floatin'.
We rollin', we smokin', we tokin', we floatin'.

Take your time, baby
Take your time, baby
Take your time, baby
Take your time, baby
Take your time we're on the rise...
Track Name: Get Away
Get Away Lyrics written by Aubrey Adams and Chris Henri

Verse
He met her laughing, she left him weeping
He felt her passing, she left him bleeding
They both kept going though never knowing
They both got older but neither growing
Unfinished business—A truth they had to keep
Same world—no difference, they push insanity
They knew the answer, they knew it well
But they would rather embrace this hell…

Chorus
She gotta get away
To find a better way
He got to get away
To find a brighter day

Verse
I heard that love is blind well i got both eyes
Cloud the judgments with loud but I wasn't surprised
That she was playing (whole time), that's just the brother’s type
Want ‘the bad bish' so I gotta deal with youngin’s hype
To cope: That's what the weed is for, I float and leave my course
Sobriety is my rope, it lets me know I need the Lord
Win or lose, either or, least i'm on the leaderboard
Pass by like meteors in the sky see the score
Dubs here L's there, L's in the air
Playing ‘Saint Elsewhere’ wondering if anybody else cares
She by my side, I'm high—she steady elsewhere 
Call her ‘Jazzy Belle’ so I don't know how wedding bells fare
My mans like “listen, why you tripping
‘Cause I got other women that know me as Sonny Liston”
But she my control system—my abs, soul and chest
Even if I don't hit her she always ‘gonna send the text

Chorus
She gotta get away
To find a better way
He got to get away
To find a brighter day


Bridge
We got to get away, run away
But you can't go but oh-so far
You got to get away, run away
No matter where you go you're where you are

Verse
So I had to let the youngin' from the first verse go
Purp rolled, in control—never swerve—turn slow
Purposeful, slot clean—open roster on the team
Pheromone's Prada: Up in the spot—posture lean
From the shots: whiskey rocks see them swim in the cup
Shake them as I figure out which one I’m getting to f*—
“What's up?” pretty face, cuff at the end of her butt
Down to mix the herb clouds with the wind in the club
“Them my ni**as love, don't trip—we good, come sip
Introduce your friends, ‘cause I’m loving who you run with”
Cups in the sky, phone ringing—slim on my line
‘Tryna get away I ain't okay her visit this time
I hit ‘decline’, the DJ had to get me out the way
Youngin' at the table heard it, stamped that she down to stay
Her number in my phone, she pulled me close and said “what's next?..
I live with my ex, take me to your place”, i said bet aye lets

Chorus
She gotta get away
To find a better way
He got to get away
To find a brighter day


Bridge
We got to get away, run away
But you can't go but oh-so far
You got to get away, run away
No matter where you go you're where you are
No matter where you go you're where you are
You better come to terms with who you are
I think it's time you learned just who you are

He met her laughing (laughing, laughing, laughing)
She left him weeping (weeping, weeping)
He felt her passing she left him bleeding
He got to get away...
Track Name: No Good
Lyrics written by Che Adams and Chris Henri
No Good Saga
Act.I

Verse 1
It’s a dangerous situation, 
But I’m playing for the win
It’s a wonder you’re not taken,
‘Gotta thank your ex-boyfriend
Though it puts me in a puzzle,
Is there something I don’t see?
While my thought began to tumble, 
You’ve already undressed me
Chorus
Baby, let’s get there
Oh baby, let’s get there

Verse 2
Now the deed is done, I am yours tonight
The bottle now is empty
That come hither stare, infectious glare
Like you were put on Earth to tempt me
Now I done took the bait
Girl, I took it hard
I jumped head first into fate
Now I’ve taken it too far
Chorus
Baby, let’s get there
Oh baby, let’s get there


Act.II
Verse
I’m slipping and I'm falling... this here is different darling
This clear position I'm in... nah, I ain't ready slim
But, young, them lips is soft and her tail and hips is "amen"
Her sexiness got me saying “yes” to suggestions then
I treat it like a remington and empty the clip
Do that one thing using tongue rings is how you get me to flip
From the ‘m.o’ of pimps to saving, capes they wishing would fit
That's what they figure, but this ni**as on some different sh*t
I need a mind with pretty smile, good intentions with flattest abs
Maturity with ‘bitties’ and a vocab to match that ass, ha
Know I keep a time to give the pack a drag and don't mind
Hit it sometimes and don't forget to tap the ash, that's my kind
Her I still ‘gotta find: Settle down? “yeah, I'ma try”
But I keep youngins on my line like the ‘S’ in the dollar sign
‘Til walking that aisle I am rocking air max 95s
And running through it cause the commitment I never do it
It's no good
You're no good but you feel so... good

Chorus
Girl you’re no good for me
(You’re no good but you feel so good)
But you feel so good to me
(You’re no good but you feel so good)

Verse 2
I’d spend all my money and all of my time
I’d buy you on Monday and Tuesday be fine
I’d buy you on Wednesday and Thursday be good
I spent way too much, much more than I should
I just loved the feeling, It took me to space
But I looked in the mirror and still saw your face
Now I thought I could stop, yeah I knew that I could
Now I’ve got a problem I know you’re no good, for me

Chorus
Girl you’re no good for me
(You’re no good but you feel so good)
But you feel so good to me
(You’re no good but you feel so good)
Track Name: Song About Singing
Written by Che Adams and Chris Henri

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.

Verse
I never know what’s gonna happen when I grab pen
How can I get you to grasp what I'm imagining

Through the grass, bags of it with a glass of hen, I zone

No long hair, a ceaser, my mind roams, I'm home

A sinner so I'm stoned, writing my wrongs

A brother wearing tracks out I ain't just trying ‘em on

Ripping tags off, stepping out, fly as a drone

Shining never failing, exhaling the ‘la or capones

And then I'm sailing, in air to minds, understand a pair of lines

Feel it and you share the vibe, get lower than the carolines

Every line carries life, each verse a terabyte

Words hold weight, drug dealing as I bury mics

Pitching love by pound, ounce to dub

Slump keys, jab bass and roundhouse the drums

With phrase, the quotes spray as a matter of fact

Go back to ashing the jack after rapping about rap like that

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.

Verse
Live... love life's what it is
Breathing is a blessing in the burbs or under bridge
Herb or puffing cigs keep the feelings in line
Or sipping brews at barbecues, grub, grilling the side
Just with the crew, couple youngins and they building the vibe
They ‘tryna go, from the cup or pass of the hydro
“We just wanna feel good”, General: The maestro
Make ‘em hit the right notes, rocking with my eyes closed
Aye young, i got my window down with my arm out it
The donkeys and the youngins filling out the bras scouted
A big tipper, sipping even if the bar crowded
If you think you seeing anybody in my squad, doubt it
But I'm just ‘tryna cruise, smoke to Devin the Dude
Watch the wizards with a youngin that's the best in her crew
Ain't from the hood but hood niggas be respecting him too
I'm just ‘tryna paint pictures in my irregular hue...it's how I do

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.

Verse
I know you wanna be my future,
But you're stuck back in my past
Girl, I'm closing up the sutures
But I know the pain will last
I been running, running, running
But it's comin, comin, comin
I need somethin, somethin, somethin
I got nothin, nothin, nothin
I just go about my business l
Let the music fight the stress
Every word and every sentence
Make me hurt a little less
I let it go
I sing a song
I let it flow
As i move on

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.