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The New Retro Album

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1.
Flair 06:00
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
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Two Step 07:00
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
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Melody 05:58
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?”
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Beej 05:48
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
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On The Rise 07:40
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...
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Get Away 04:43
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...
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No Good 06:36
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)
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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.
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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 July 4, 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 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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