Fixin' to Mix In

Lyrics

Intro (Spoken)
Fixin' to mix in.

Verse (Spoken, flowing)
Pick up the paper, I'm gonna make her—
That's a mistaker, I fake I'm a taker.
Could be a leaver, just leave it to me, sir,
Trickin' or mixin', I'm really a griever.
Relief—orrrrr—
I'll buy some in the store.
No more bore fore, I switch the metaphor.
Grapes and grapes and grapes and grapes of wrath—
Do the math.
Hmm.
Stains without a bath.

Turn (Cadence tightens)
Soaky equation, such an evasion.
You better stay, son—uh—praise from the nation.
I'ma be patient, think I can take it.

Refrain (Spoken emphasis)
I'm fixin' to mix in—
Or else I feel naked.

Outro (Spoken)
Blend…
Or stand.

Interpretation

Identity tension between assimilation and authenticity. The speaker oscillates—taker or leaver, mixer or griever—using wordplay to mask vulnerability. Social participation feels transactional ("buy some in the store"), metaphors are swapped to avoid stagnation, and pressure to earn approval ("praise from the nation") competes with patience and self-trust. The title names the dilemma: blending in as survival versus exposure if one doesn't. Emotional vector: restless improvisation → self-doubt → tentative resolve.