Letra de Off The Record - SZA

Lyrics from Snippet 1 & Snippet 2

I need all statements to be triggered from the record, please

For the record

I'm 'bout to beat this bitch ass

I'm 'bout to go closed-caption

I ain't hashing out shit, I'm throwing hands

I need all my advance

Making hostage demands

I might pop me a nigga

Open a can of whoop-ass

I'm just passing through

Testing new material

You just happen to be present

Trying words like "fuck you," and "hell yeah, I said it"

Co-dependent, people-pleasing

Start to feel sleazy when my needs go unattended

Got resentment

Hell yeah, I'm aggressive

Hell yeah, I'm restless

Feel like tempered glass

Still do temper tantrums, they're just big as my ass

Pages long as Damascus

Temper's short as your dick

I got demons, who askin'?

Selling kitty like Carole, basking in my ambiance

Man, I'm just pushing the needle

Carry on, hoe

In my jeans, like Dereon, hoe

To infinity and beyond, I got a buzz off the prospect

Think I might really be that bitch

Might really got that niche

Got a knack for pissing bitches off

Oh, clean nights, don't need no Smirnoff

My bro's bussing and it's sawed-off

Drove by your funeral just to piss in the ditch, I'm not remiss

I never miss

Oh, no-no-no

Oh, no, never miss

Call me Miss Never Miss

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