#42

Lyrics

[Intro: chicagoland & Telemedicine] '24-'25 (I got deported by Eight) Rest in piece Telemed' (Eye Eight this, Eye Eight that) (Don't get mad, don't get sad) [Chorus: chicagoland & Telemedicine] New one talking shit about my old one Not blond but having more fun Number forty-two on the— (Aht, aht) I'd give anything for you to know me [Verse 1: chicagoland & Telemedicine] (—Eight that; I'm like chicagoland) Buzzcut but it looks good I'ma trust, knock on wood (Don't get mad) Try not to act embarrassing in front of you This year, I bid the old guy fond adieu (Wait, am I a fucking—? Nah) [Chorus: chicagoland & Telemedicine] New one talking shit about my old one Not blond but having more fun Number forty-two on the— (Aht, aht) I'd give anything for you to know me [Verse 2: chicagoland & Telemedicine] Hate blondes fucking blondes, that's your brother Number forty-two on the jersey, pull me under (Woah) Just a crush but I want ya (Fuck) Let me know if you want a— (Well, I don't know) I was a hypocritical sophomore I'll try too hard to not be soft anymore [Chorus: chicagoland & Telemedicine] New one talking shit about my old one Not blond but having more fun Number forty-two on the— (Aht, aht) I'd give anything for you to know me [Bridge: chicagoland & Telemedicine] Just tell me at least there's no girl (Um) I don't even feel like we're in the same world (Any kind of resemblance or reference) (Is completely a coincidence, I promise) (Well, no promises) Ugh, this shit again? [Chorus: chicagoland & Telemedicine] New one talking shit about my old one Not blond but having more fun Number forty-two on the— (Aht, aht) I'd give anything for you to know me [Outro: chicagoland & Telemedicine] I need him so bad (Sit your ass down) Phone policy's stupid, I could fucking die Hypocrisy's a bitch that don't see eye-to-eye Give me a chance, I'm trying not to try Give me contact again, not seeing other guys