Im Spedshille lyrics

Artist  : Finna 
Song : Im Spedshille



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When I was a boy of 10, I had a very best friend.
Fred was kind, with good intent But just a little
different. Special Fred, Momma dropped him on his
head. Now he's not so bright, instead He's a
little bit special. Just a little bit. We played
tag, and he'd get hurt. I'd play "soldier", He'd
eat dirt. I liked math and the spelling bee. Fred
liked talking to a tree. Special Fred, Momma
dropped him on his head. Now she keeps him in the
shed, 'Cuz he's a little bit special. Just a
little bit. I ran track, hung out in malls. Fred
ran head first into walls. I had girls, and lots
of clothes. Fred had names for all his toes.
Special Fred, Momma dropped him on his head. Now
he thinks he's a piece of bread, 'Cuz he's a
little bit special. Just a little bit. One day
talking to Special Fred, He grabbed a brick and
he swung at my head. And as he laughed at me
that's when I knew That Special Fred just made me
special too. Now I laugh as I count bugs. I give
strangers great, big hugs. Next to me, Fred is
fine. Yeah, he's a f--kin' Einstein. Special Fred
and me, Now we're not right in the head you see.
Now we're not so bright intead We're a little bit
special. Just a little bit special. That bastard
Fred made me special. Just a little bit. Just a
little bit...special