(Talking)
“He’s here… how did he find you?”
Verse 1
Why do you keep showing up everywhere I go?
At the grocery store, front row at my show
I move cross-country, I switch my phone
But somehow you still know my new zip code (“Creepy…”)
Pre-Chorus
Get out of my shadow, I stopped caring
Turned off my maps, no more location sharing
But you’re two steps ahead no matter what I do
I try to run away, but I run into you (“Not again”)
Chorus
Stalker
Stalker — chasing me down the street
Everywhere I run, you’ve saved me a seat
On the bus, on the plane, even bathroom stalls (“Not the bathroom, man!”)
I can’t get away, you’re ahead of it all
Stalker
Stalker — boy, you’re so insane
You’d probably follow me into a hurricane
Verse 2 (Funny Situations)
I jump in my car, try to make a stop
Blue lights flashing — surprise, you’re the cop
My house is burning, I dial 9-1-1
You kick down the door like “baby, I’m the one” (“Hot rescue…”)
Verse 3 (More Funny Situations)
I’m prepped for surgery, heart full of fear
You pull off the mask like, “relax, I’m here”
I go out to dinner, order pasta and bread
Waiter brings the plate — it’s you in the chef’s hat instead (“Bon appétit!”)
Rap Verse (female, playful + sharp)
Yeah, you pop up like a push-notification,
Tracking every move, got a stalker fixation.
Hologram, clone, or a teleport queen?
I change my hair, my name — you’re still on the scene.
DM my ghost but you still get replies,
Send me a pic, I’m like “who’s that guy?”
You’re the cop, the doc, the chef in disguise —
But I’m calling the shots now, surprise, surprise.
Pre-Chorus
Get out of my shadow, I stopped caring
New name, new town, still you’re staring
You’re two steps ahead like you’ve read my mind
I ditch you again, but you’re still first in line (“Front row!”)
Chorus
Stalker
Stalker — chasing me down the street
Everywhere I run, you’ve saved me a seat
On the bus, on the plane, even bathroom stalls
I can’t get away, you’re ahead of it all
Stalker
Stalker — boy, you’re so deranged
Even witness protection can’t get me changed (“Same me…”)
Bridge
I dig a grave just to get some sleep
You pop out the dirt — “surprise, six feet!”
You call it love, but it feels like crime
This ain’t romance, babe, it’s restraining-order time (“Paperwork filed”)
Final Chorus / Outro
Stalker
Stalker — you’re my comic relief
You’re the cop, the chef, and my fake surgeon chief
From the coffin to the club to the DMV (“Now serving crazy”)
No matter where I hide, you’re stalking me
Stalker
Stalker — boy, enough’s enough
Turn off your X-box — GAME OVER!
You’ll never get me — so just give up.
