Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mix It 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 take a little bit of me
And a whole lot of you
Add it up together
And here’s what you’re gonna do
You gotta mix it up quick
And it’ll blow up on this spot
I got a tell ya’ that the place is getting hot
[Chorus:]
Now mix it up
Uh just mix it up
What the sum of all the parts
When you add it up
Make much more than what you had
I tell you what
It’s like mad
The baddest thing that you’ve ever had, uh
[Bridge]
I was never too good at math anyway
But when you add it up it comes out more I have to say
A lot of people looking for what you and me have found
And now it seems no one’s around, uh
A little bit of me
And a whole lot of you
Add it up together
And here’s what you’re gonna do
You gotta mix it up quick
And it’ll blow up on this spot
I got a tell ya’ that the place is getting hot
[Chorus]
Now mix it up
Uh just mix it up
What the sum of all the parts
When you add it up
Make much more than what you had
I tell you what
It’s like mad
The baddest thing that you’ve ever had
We’re just two misfits
That no one else gets
Everyone else in the place
Became a silhouette
Soon as there was you
It all comes in view
On my guitar
I see the sparks
When we have those conversations in the dark
[Bridge]
I was never too good at math anyway
But when you add it up it comes out more I have to say
A lot of people looking for what you and me have found
And now it seems no one’s around
A little bit of me
And a whole lot of you
Add it up together
And here’s what you’re gonna do
You gotta mix it up quick
And it’ll blow up on this spot
I got a tell ya’ that the place is getting hot
[Chorus]
Now mix it up
Uh just mix it up
What the sum of all the parts
When you add it up
Make much more than what you had
I tell you what
It’s like mad
The baddest thing that you’ve ever had
We’re just two misfits
That no one else gets
Everyone else in the place
Became a silhouette
Soon as there was you
It all comes in view
On my guitar
I see those sparks
When we have those conversations in the dark