| «Besides surfing, what do you think about? | 
| Love, for instance? | 
| I don’t think about it, I make it» | 
| Baby there’s room in here | 
| Just enough for two in here | 
| Ain’t nobody but you and me in here | 
| Yeah, what can we do in here? | 
| What can we do? | 
| What can we do? | 
| I want you by my lonesome, above this crowded space | 
| It’s easier to hold some, when no one’s in the way | 
| Well if no one’s in the running for the part | 
| I’d love to pick a day | 
| To show you the main room (Whenever's a good time) | 
| I don’t need a bouquet, I just need proper space | 
| Homie three blocks away, I got bottles for days | 
| I got tropical haze, go ahead and wave bye | 
| Let me help with your coat, grab a hold of my arm | 
| Tell them niggas to move, tell your sister you fine | 
| Cause baby there’s room in here | 
| Just enough for two in here | 
| Ain’t nobody but you and me in here | 
| Yeah, what can we do in here? | 
| What can we do? | 
| What can we do? | 
| As crazy as it may seem, it’s not too hard to read | 
| It’s too many ifs and maybes, and not enough certainty | 
| Well if no one’s putting numbers on the board | 
| I’d love to take a swing, might even graze you | 
| But I don’t mean any harm, I’m just speaking my mind | 
| Take a look at that moon, 'bout as bright as your eyes | 
| We got plenty of space, go ahead and recline | 
| Take a puff of that, get a sip of this wine | 
| Yeah, feelin' good? | 
| Cause baby there’s room in here | 
| Just enough for two in here | 
| Ain’t nobody but you and me in here | 
| Yeah, what can we do in here? | 
| What can we do? | 
| What can we do? | 
| She had a bright smile, big white teeth, I mean | 
| Whiter than her white T, remind me of wifey | 
| Met her at the studio, sort of like a high buyer | 
| She told me she had game so we connected like the wifi | 
| She had this Asian swagger ‘bout her, so I call her mai tai | 
| Started followin' her, she was the only thing on my timeline | 
| And there was this one picture, her in the swimsuit | 
| That made a nigga want to beat it up, and I intend to | 
| But I’ma have to put in work, baby girl then drink it all | 
| Face like Mona Lisa, I’m just tryna be the wall to hang on | 
| I ain’t got no patience, I can’t wait long | 
| She come and see me, but she don’t stay long | 
| And that’s the problem, she a good girl | 
| Maybe it’s too much smoke in the room | 
| And she don’t want that Mary Jane in her Vidal Sassoon | 
| So I’mma take a minute, and walk her to her Uber | 
| Got a bullet in my heart, and she the shooter | 
| Ay, .Paak | 
| Baby there’s room in here | 
| Just enough for two in here | 
| Ain’t nobody but you and me in here | 
| Yeah, what can we do in here? | 
| What can we do? | 
| What can we do? |