I don’t know what happened to this girl that made her the way she is, and honestly it’s probably no joking matter. This is not the work of a human being with a firm grasp of reality. Yeah, it’s a sketch-comedy parody of Lorde’s Royals, but it’s also clearly a call for help.
It starts out innocently enough as our Florida protagonist wings a few zingers at hated Florida State. And then comes the Gatorade. Like, lots of Gatorade. More Gatorade than should ever be poured on a person in our post-Flashdance world.
Unlike the real song, this was not inspired by George Brett. This was inspired by something much, much darker.