Letras
Morning light through glass and steel
Scott's working out, the day feels real
Kip's asleep behind the bar
Dreaming of somewhere very far
Scott waits quiet, clears his throat
Studies fruit like it's a code
Doesn't say much, keeps it plain
"Berry smoothie," just the same
Kip speaks up, with half a grin
"You should add a banana in
That's how I like it," casual tone
Like he's sharing Scott his secret, all alone
Berries and bananas
Off the menu, just for us
You don't know who I am yet
That's what makes it dangerous
Morning, clean, no alibi
Something extra on the side
Cup exchanged, fingers brush
Nothing said, but both feel a rush
Kip just sees a hot ass guy
Scott keeps secrets in his eyes
Someone recognizes him on his way
Calls out fame in full display
Scott's already way out the door
As Kip rewinds the moment more
Oh.
That's who you are.
Berries and bananas
Off the menu, just for us
You didn't know, I didn't say
That's how I survive my days
No rink, no crowd, no plan
Just berries and bananas
Game day mornings, ritual stays
Same drink, same time, same place
Winning streaks don't tempt a change
Success likes it unarranged
"Dude, you're smiling," "Gurl, I know"
She clocks the way his focus goes
Doesn't push, just lets it be
Supporting soft and quietly
White linen, glasses chime
Kip pours wine, on overtime
To faceless suits and nameless ties
Running into - those same damn cute eyes
After lights, after the last
"Come out later?" an easy ask
Kip says yes like it's no big thing
His heart already starts to sing
City view, the private space
Kip expects a slower pace
Scott says, "I could show you 'round—
Or…"
Shirt falls, the choice is loud
There's no map for this
And no second guess
Berries and bananas
Decision clear in widened eyes
Tour forgotten, lust takes hold
Before the brain can organize
You said "or," I understand
Still berries and bananas
In each others hands
No signs, no stars, no grand design
Just timing falling into line
Some habits adjust the frame
And some additions change the game