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‘I MIXX U’ is a song about a situationship that’s messy, intense, and very obviously mutual… even if neither of them admits it directly.
The girl says she doesn’t want anything serious, but her actions contradict everything she says. She leaves her clothes at his place, gets jealous, sends TikTok hints, and stays emotionally attached even when they stop talking.

It’s that kind of connection where you pretend you’re chill, but you’re both obsessed. Feid, on his side, is fully hooked. He’s addicted to her kisses, her body, her vibe—everything. He keeps thinking about her, writes songs inspired by her, and even jokes that she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen naked. The chemistry is wild, but it’s also chaotic.

The song captures that mix of passion and confusion:
two people who act like they don’t care, but literally can’t stay away from each other. There’s long-distance tension, drunk FaceTimes, inside jokes, jealousy, and all the little contradictions of a modern almost-relationship. They aren’t officially together, but emotionally? They’re way more involved than they admit.

Lyrics of ‘I MIXX U’ — English Translation

[Intro]

I just wanted to tell you… yeah, I miss you.

[Chorus]

She says she misses me, but never actually says “I miss you.”
Claims she doesn’t want anything serious, but leaves her panties at my place every time she leaves.
She stops talking to me, yet gets pissed if I leave her on read.
Whenever she can, she gets all dressed up, records herself, and throws hints at me on TikTok.
The crazy part? I swear she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… especially without clothes.

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah, I’m addicted.
Her kisses, her skin—everything about her feels different.
She’s tropical beauty in human form.
She doesn’t even know how many songs I’ve written because of her.
My heart’s still hooked.
She sends me a cat meme saying it reminded her of me giving it tiny kisses (yeah, yo).

[Verse 1]

I treat her like she’s fragile.
Give her everything every time I fall deep for her (uh).
If I get the chance, I enjoy every second (wow).
I’m kinda average-looking, but she calls me “handsome papi.”
She FaceTimes me at 3 a.m. just to see what I’m doing.
She’s in Dubai, but still wants to see me.
Shows up in tight gym leggings looking unreal.
We’re far, but she wants to fly to Medellín.
I keep it real—sometimes I call her from the car,
But it’s better when I’m lit.
She video-calls me, and I tell her I’m behaving now.
Says, “You’re such a clown.”
She knows I’m always thinking about her.
Everything’s been fun—never a friend zone situation.

She writes “Where you at?” but I’m not Chenzo.
Shorty heats up like Villavicencio (yeah, yo).

[Chorus]

She says she misses me, but never actually says “I miss you.”
Says she wants nothing serious, but leaves her panties behind every time.
Cuts me off, then gets mad when I leave her on read.
Gets dressed up, records a video, and sends me subliminal TikToks.
And honestly, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen without clothes.

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah, I’m addicted.
Her kisses, her skin—everything about her is different.
A tropical beauty.
She doesn’t even know how many songs I’ve written about her.
My heart’s still hooked.
And she keeps sending me memes saying it’s us kissing.

[Verse 2]

I’ve dreamed about her since the taxi days.
My girl’s classy—Ghetto Serenata, El Tachi vibes.
Early mornings at the apartment.
I give her two championships like Sachi.
She turns on the red light whenever she sends me videos.
Shows me her fingers—wave, wave—and I surf.
Those curves look like Botero sculpted them.
And she leaves the whole bed a mess.
I wake up first when she stays the night.
Puts on my shirt and goes, “Everything good.”
And of course she’s hungover—she went out last night.
We watched all the videos, and she’s in them yelling:
“Bottles up, asses down!” (Push me).
Go ahead, baby—tomorrow I don’t work.
I wanna see you move that booty all over again,
’Cause I’m the one who made that bassline.