Question Of The Day Lyrics by Chloe Qisha
Make you see colours in a million ways
Give us anaesthesia for a couple days
Your lips keep moving
Maybe if you’re moving on me
How do you feel about busy streets?
Kissing for the camera and leather seats
Midway through the month
Can’t you tell your girl isn’t here?
Baby reading you
Ain’t the one and only thing that’s hard
We’re just so in tune
When you play my G-string
Ain’t talking ’bout my guitar, ah
Question of the day
Are we gonna ‘uh’ or nah?
Question of the day
The bedroom or the parking lot?
Question of the day
Do me on the countertop?
Do you feel the way I want?
Question of the day
Are we gonna ‘uh’ or nah?
Question of the day
The bedroom or the parking lot?
Question of the day
Do me at the coffee shop?
Do you feel the way I want?
(Think about it)
You got some time
G-got some games we could play
You can be 6, I’ll be 9
T-tic-tac-toes on your face
Whatever you’re into is whatever I’m into
Unless you’re into
Something more than love
Ain’t the one and only thing that’s hard
We’re just so in tune
When you play my G-string
Ain’t talking ’bout my guitar, ah
Question of the day
Are we gonna ‘uh’ or nah?
Question of the day
The bedroom or the parking lot?
Question of the day
Do me on the countertop?
Do you feel the way I want?
Question of the day
Are we gonna ‘uh’ or nah?
Question of the day
The bedroom or the parking lot?
Question of the day
Do me at the coffee shop?
Do you feel the way I want?
(Think about it)
