Discover the poetic beauty in ‘All Mixed Up’ by 311. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 311 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
You’ve got to trust your instinct
And let go of regret
You’ve got to bet on yourself now star
‘Cause that’s your best bet
Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
We come with the funky style
That gets us known for the show
And we’ll mix the hip hop reggae if we say it is so
And f*ck the naysayers ’cause they don’t mean a thing
‘Cause this is what style we bring
Now it’s morning but last night’s on my mind
There’s something I need to get off my chest
And no matter what may come to shine
The dream will always be mine
All mixed up you don’t know what to do
Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
Thought a freak might be the thing
But the first could be the last so just get off your ass
All mixed up you don’t know what to do
Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
Thought a freak might be the thing
But you know this will pass so just get off your ass
You’ve got to trust your instinct
And let go of regret
You’ve got to bet on yourself now star
‘Cause that’s your best bet
Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
Sick sick bit got to have it
Like bustin’ in on a session but you got to call it quits
Sick sick bit just can’t quit
Fact that you don’t even know makes it fully legit
Now it’s morning but last night’s on my mind
There’s something I need to get off my chest
And no matter what will come to shine
The dream will always be mine
You keep me coming
That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning
Keep me coming
That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning
Keep me coming
That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning
Keep me coming
That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning
You make me nervous throat dry
My brain is empty don’t know why
But I saw you doing something
Which is really truly nothing
But you could bust me out all day
Many moons since first I saw you
Many moons since first we did the do
Many moons since first I saw you
Many moons since first we did the do
And why did I try when I knew it was no and
Why did I try when I saw it was so
But save it for late we should just let it skate
‘Cause the waiting feel is fine