— Besides surfing, what do you think about? Love, for instance?
— I don't think about it, I make itю
[Chorus: Anderson .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?
[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
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 runnin' 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”.
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
‘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?
[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
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 puttin' 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 speakin' 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?
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
‘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?
[Verse 3: The Game]
She had a bright smile, big white teeth, I mean,
Whiter than her white T, remind me of wifey.
Met her at the studio, sorta like a hibyer,
She told me she had game so we connected like the wi-fi.
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'mma 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!
[Chorus: Anderson .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?