Gatorade - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

My mouth is red from Gatorade

I wish that I could make a trade

The sun is hot

I try not to see my friends with clocks for heads

It makes me think about it more instead

Everybody's reaching out to me

My hair is fake, my teeth are soft

Now, I'm awake and you are not

My boyfriend's mom is very smart

If I'm deleted, it's your art

And you're just doing it to leave your mark

Everybody's reaching out to me

Trade your T-shirts, watch TV

Everybody's reaching out to me