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