Shooting Hoops

Eating nectarines all the way down to the pits Watching the juice making it all the way down your lips and You make it look like a religious experience Wind blowing through my Cinnamon hair, fuck if I care If we do nothing all day just taking up space Laying at the free throw line, soaking up light Sun painting freckles under our eyes Connect the dots like constellations Now I'm picturing you naked While we're melting on the pavement It's a sticky situation We've been shooting hoops And trying to play it cool But I could be your muse If you could be mine too Cinnamon hair, fuck if fuck if I care We've been shooting hoops We've been, we've been shooting hoops Cinnamon hair, fuck if fuck if I care We've been shooting hoops We've been we've been shooting hoops Keep my hands up, keep my head down Court and the booth only place I play around Hitting 3's like a knockout Eyes closed waiting for the sound You're the only reason that I take a timeout Hot and bothered drippin' like a mint gelato Cross your heart you'll meet me right back here tomorrow Breathe in, breathe out, nerves shaking like vibrato Cinnamon hair, fuck if fuck if I care We've been shooting hoops We've been, we've been shooting hoops Cinnamon hair, fuck if fuck if I care We've been shooting hoops We've been we've been shooting hoops We've been shooting hoops And trying to play it cool But I could be your muse If you could be mine too We've been shooting hoops And trying to play it cool and Cinnamon hair fuck if fuck if I care Trying to play it cool Yeah yeah I could be your muse if you could be mine too