Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Forty ounces and a pack of ranch
Sunflower seeds
Forty answers to the question
She's askin' of me
What you doin' later on?
I got nowhere to be
No, no, no
[Verse 2]
Is my crew on? What are you on?
We been uptown cruisin' in the Yukon
Got a couple girls on my living room futon
And they about to wake, so, better get a move on
Better get some food on
'Cause when I'm hungry, I'm a prick
I ate a Snickers, but a Snick ain't doin' shit
Argue over sushi or Italian for a bit
I say sake bombs, this is somethin' we agree upon
Later on, we'll go out to the bar
Hand full of cash and a brain full of stars
I'm more thrown than a food fight
Feelin' too right, margarita by the poolside
Wow, this is all I ever wanted in life
Yeah, this is all I ever wanted tonight
And we sang
[Verse 3]
Forty ounces and a pack of ranch
Sunflower seeds
Forty answers to the question
She's askin' of me
What you doin' later on?
I got nowhere to be
No, no, no
[Verse 4]
And we been roaming for a while, coast to coast
The bamboo forty-five, kickin' up rocks
Kickin' up dust on the roads of rust
And when we was very little, Malcom in the Middle
I fly by in that all white coupe
Lookin' so clean in that all white suit
And them pretty black girls with them afro roots
Long legs, big hair and them tie dye hoops
Later on, move along to The Ville
A warm summer home where the broads wanna chill
I'm thinkin' waves and I'm thinkin' sun
Thinkin' limes and I'm thinkin' rum
Thinkin' maybe you and I move away from the crowd
Got a little room in the back of the house
And everything's cool, girl, we go together like water in a pool
And we say
[Verse 5]
Forty ounces and a pack of ranch
Sunflower seeds
Forty answers to the question
She's askin' of me
What you doin' later on?
I got nowhere to be
No, no, no
[Verse 6]
Near the ocean, near the water
Only good things, no piranha
All the good days of the views I love
Ain't never been so clear
Near the ocean, near the water
Only good things, no piranha
All the good days of the views I love
Ain't never been so clear
[Verse 7]
Forty ounces and a pack of ranch
Sunflower seeds
Forty answers to the question
She's askin' of me
What you doin' later on?
I got nowhere to be
No, no, no
[Verse 8]
Summer lovin, summer stay
Summer ready to roll
Divin' deeper through the days
Where the rain all soft
What you doin' later on?
I got nowhere to go
No, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I got nowhere
(I got-I got nowhere)
I got-I got nowhere
Written by: BRYCE CHRISTOPHER ROSS JOHNSON, Nolan Lambroza
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