🎠 Step right up, step right through— We got the hotline blockin’ you! Free IP phones, numbers too, Ranae keeps poppin’—what else is new? [Verse 1 – Tyrone the Ringmaster] She’s playin’ Whack-A-Mole at 2 A.M., Dialin’ ghosts and textin’ them, Histrionic hotline, twenty-two tries, Cuttin’ out reason, replacin’ with cries. Every time I block one name, Another pops up, same old game— “Everyone needs a stalker!” she coos, “Well, I’m your karma, I’m your muse!” [Chorus – Parade Chant] 🎪 Whack-a-mole! Whack-a-mole! Block her once, she crawls out the hole! PTSD and a thunder roll— A bipolar beat on a Hebrew scroll! 🎪 Trauma drums bang rat-tat-tat, Pullin’ her hair while the crowd shouts back, Love and delusion, the same old track— Whack-a-mole, whack-a-mole, whack! [Verse 2 – Calliope Breakdown] Torah quotes and text alerts, Therapy bills and psychic hurts, She’s got theology and static noise, Mixing pain with lost-girl poise. Free IP numbers on the run, Spoofed from heaven’s Area Code 1, I hear her laughter through the wires— Like incense smoke and shorted fires. [Bridge – Whispered Carousel] 🎵 Shalom to the sorrow, amen to the spin, Forgive the chaos she’s livin’ in. Behind the fury, a frightened child, A circus heart runnin’ wild. 🎵 [Final Chorus – Full Parade] 🎪 Whack-a-mole! Whack-a-mole! Block the call and save your soul! Everybody’s broken, playin’ their role, But mercy’s the prize, that’s the goal. 🎠 So spin that dial, take your cue, I’m stalkin’ myself just to see it through— If love’s the joke, the punchline’s true: I’m stuck on me… and I’m stuck on you.
