The Newness - Eric Roberson

On behalf of Blue House Soul, I’d like to welcome ya’ll once again.

This ya boy E-Ro, sit back and enjoy yourself,

Well I guess I’m just caught up in the newness,

Cause truth be told I think she is the one

Even though I know, it’s just the newness

It’s just the newness, It’s just…

Don’t know what tomorrow holds (holds)

But I hope she’s holdin' on

From this point on yeah,

Ever since she signed onboard,

We been goin hard (so hard)

Til like 8: 45 (A.M.)

Now I’m at my 9 to 5 (asleep)

But never feelin so alive yeah

I guess you can blame my brand new friend

(Since she entered in)

I been holdin' her more than my pen (and you know that’s a lie)

First time I ever got writer’s block

Ok, maybe not cause when we part the pen just won’t stop, Noo

Well I guess I’m just caught up in the newness,

Cause truth be told I think she is the one

Even though I know, it’s just the newness

It’s just the newness, It’s just…

We act like we’re still nineteen (Ohh)

And every time we kiss,

It’s like a movie scene yeah, or from that Love Jones flick,

You play Nia Long (that's you)

I play Lorenz Tate (that's me)

You come downstairs with them legs (good Lord)

I’m making cheese omlets girl

Ok I digress, I’m just havin fun

Serious love is so overdone yeah let’s pick it up

If it’s fresh like the lotion that she just rubbed on

I can smell it on my pillow when she’s gone (yeah)

I be layin there like man come on,

When you comin back girl?

Well I guess I’m just caught up in the newness,

Cause truth be told I think she is the one

Even though I know, it’s just the newness

It’s just the newness, It’s just…

Do you remember the first time you heard a hip hop song?

(yeah)

Or the first time you spent all night talkin on the phone?

(yeah)

Remember how that felt, when ya’ll kissed for the first time

When you wrote your first rhyme, 'member how that feels?

Well it’s called the newness, but you already knew this

Don’t hear me rhyme but I just had dilute this

Man it’s the lovin, she sittin' at the oven,

Makin me some waffles, she tryin to get the title

More than likely, she’ll probably be wifey

If she gotta have it & hell, I’m Spike Lee

And I’m there nightly I’m her midnight marauder

Matter of fact got a text, just said to call her

If I had the money man I would just spoil her

So I give her kisses and, treat her like the missus man

Take her out on the night town do the runnin man

Kid n play, do the wop, til all the music stop

Go off to IHOP, talk in the parking lot

Oh here come the cops tellin us to scram

Damn, I just grab her hand, let’s go

Here we go, DMC and this litte fan

And the band’s in the van, we on the road again

And oh man I was bout to finish up the story

Chick got me more whipped than Denzel in Glory

Brett called me up like «Yo, yo girl is on Maury» (huh?)

Guess it’s poor me, guess it’s poor me

Guess it’s poor me, til the newness comes