Something Bout the Spring by the MarXman Lyrics
the MarXman - “Something Bout the Spring”
[Emcee(s): the MarXman]
[Producer(s): [?]]
[Intro: the MarXman]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome one, welcome all. Welcome to the party. Um, I am your host for the evening, the host with the most. Some call me Marc Gray. Tonight, I am the MarXman at your service. Here to bring you something that will take you to where I like to call the NeXt. New seasons for new reasons. So I want you to sing along with me. If you know the words, do what you do. Uh
[Hook 1: the MarXman]
Something ‘bout the spring
Makes me wanna sing
There’s something ‘bout the Sun
Great times have begun
There is something ‘bout the spring
That makes me wanna sing
There is something ‘bout the Sun
[Verse 1: the MarXman]
When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Wrote as a child, spun bike spokes as a child
Danced like a child, romanced like a child
I’m a grown-ass man, now I’ve evolved with my style
Stronger than ever with strong vitals
We tend to forget the future kind of belongs right now, and there’s
The change in the season that brings out the best
For coolest days when we can chill and need less
To wear, lean back, spring forward with
More time in the Sun. Now how wild is that? (Crazy) So
Let me rap: we have what many lack: each
Other, a future, two legs, and city maps (Let’s get)
(It cracking, let’s get it cracking) like vials of blue magic
Minus the true, tragic truth of youth shattered
(Proof) in the skies that advocating good times
Is and always will be a great enterprise
[Hook 2: the MarXman]
Uptown baby, are you downtown, baby? All I
Know is, tonight, we’re going ‘round town, baby, we’ll go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
I know, to some, this might sound crazy ‘cause we’re
Downtown, baby, then we’re uptown, baby
And, right now, you in my town, baby. Let’s go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
You’re my uptown and downtown baby. Are you
Ring?
[Hook 1: the MarXman]
Makes me wanna sing
There’s something ‘bout the Sun
Great times have begun
There is something ‘bout the spring
[Verse 2: the MarXman]
We endured the cold to watch stones turn to gold
Some open-toed when on fun patrols, so
Get up and go park, lounge, or show. Is it
Too much, too clutch, the untouchable
With much sun, there is so much to do
Much laziness, one brunch for two or twenty
(Is there enough room for the crew?) There’s plenty
Whatever I could give up for Lent, I lent it
Netflix lyrics that lends itself to the authentic
X pensive. Mic checks? I spent it
Ready to rock steady and the night just ended
Light from the pen, it seems that life is just splendid
Be my wine, said the dime must be friended
Sensed you were tense—is this the right incentive
To type digits into the device you bring? If
You’re in, ring-ring, spring fling. You make me wanna
Sing
[Hook 1: the MarXman]
Something ‘bout the spring
Makes me wanna sing
There’s something ‘bout the Sun
Great times have begun
There is something ‘bout the spring
That makes me wanna sing
There is something ‘bout the Sun
[Hook 2: the MarXman]
Uptown baby, are you downtown, baby? All I
Know is, tonight, we’re going ‘round town, baby, we’ll go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
I know, to some, this might sound crazy ‘cause we’re
Downtown, baby, then we’re uptown, baby
And, right now, you in my town, baby. Let’s go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
You’re my uptown and downtown baby. Are you
Ring?
[Emcee(s): the MarXman]
[Producer(s): [?]]
[Intro: the MarXman]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome one, welcome all. Welcome to the party. Um, I am your host for the evening, the host with the most. Some call me Marc Gray. Tonight, I am the MarXman at your service. Here to bring you something that will take you to where I like to call the NeXt. New seasons for new reasons. So I want you to sing along with me. If you know the words, do what you do. Uh
[Hook 1: the MarXman]
Something ‘bout the spring
Makes me wanna sing
There’s something ‘bout the Sun
Great times have begun
There is something ‘bout the spring
That makes me wanna sing
There is something ‘bout the Sun
[Verse 1: the MarXman]
When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Wrote as a child, spun bike spokes as a child
Danced like a child, romanced like a child
I’m a grown-ass man, now I’ve evolved with my style
Stronger than ever with strong vitals
We tend to forget the future kind of belongs right now, and there’s
The change in the season that brings out the best
For coolest days when we can chill and need less
To wear, lean back, spring forward with
More time in the Sun. Now how wild is that? (Crazy) So
Let me rap: we have what many lack: each
Other, a future, two legs, and city maps (Let’s get)
(It cracking, let’s get it cracking) like vials of blue magic
Minus the true, tragic truth of youth shattered
(Proof) in the skies that advocating good times
Is and always will be a great enterprise
[Hook 2: the MarXman]
Uptown baby, are you downtown, baby? All I
Know is, tonight, we’re going ‘round town, baby, we’ll go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
I know, to some, this might sound crazy ‘cause we’re
Downtown, baby, then we’re uptown, baby
And, right now, you in my town, baby. Let’s go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
You’re my uptown and downtown baby. Are you
Ring?
[Hook 1: the MarXman]
Makes me wanna sing
There’s something ‘bout the Sun
Great times have begun
There is something ‘bout the spring
[Verse 2: the MarXman]
We endured the cold to watch stones turn to gold
Some open-toed when on fun patrols, so
Get up and go park, lounge, or show. Is it
Too much, too clutch, the untouchable
With much sun, there is so much to do
Much laziness, one brunch for two or twenty
(Is there enough room for the crew?) There’s plenty
Whatever I could give up for Lent, I lent it
Netflix lyrics that lends itself to the authentic
X pensive. Mic checks? I spent it
Ready to rock steady and the night just ended
Light from the pen, it seems that life is just splendid
Be my wine, said the dime must be friended
Sensed you were tense—is this the right incentive
To type digits into the device you bring? If
You’re in, ring-ring, spring fling. You make me wanna
Sing
[Hook 1: the MarXman]
Something ‘bout the spring
Makes me wanna sing
There’s something ‘bout the Sun
Great times have begun
There is something ‘bout the spring
That makes me wanna sing
There is something ‘bout the Sun
[Hook 2: the MarXman]
Uptown baby, are you downtown, baby? All I
Know is, tonight, we’re going ‘round town, baby, we’ll go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
I know, to some, this might sound crazy ‘cause we’re
Downtown, baby, then we’re uptown, baby
And, right now, you in my town, baby. Let’s go
‘Round, ‘round ‘til we hit the ground, ground, baby
You’re my uptown and downtown baby. Are you
Ring?