One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one
They think they're special like a year in Miami that snows
Like a highway without an arrow
Like an ectopia without a crack
I want to see the butterflies loose
Keep it cute, bro, keep it cute
That here the best artist is God
Keep it cute, bro, keep it cute
That here the best artist is God
Butterflies loose on the street
To see them you have to go out
Look at them, don't miss details
There'll be some that let you down
But I'm always there
Keep it cute, bro, keep it cute
That here the best artist is God
Keep it cute, bro, keep it cute
That here the best artist is God