Testo di Gatorade

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 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 Everybody's reaching out to me Trade your t-shirts, watch TV Everybody's reaching out to me