It's All Fading to Black (feat. TMD) - Jordii

I won't let it control me I won't let it control me And memories from the past It's all fading to black She started turnin' around I won't let it control me I won't let it control me And memories from the past It's all fading to black She started turnin' around I won't let it control me I won't let it control me Now I'm just a ghost in my own life So make the most of this goodbye Do you still dream about me late at night Or are you out there livin' better times? You know it's killin' me to let go I see your face, but it's someone I don't know Everything was perfect just an hour ago Will you remember me tomorrow? And memories from the past It's all fading to black She started turnin' around I won't let it control me I won't let it control me And memories from the past It's all fading to black She started turnin' around I won't let it control me I won't let it control me

Fer sure, maybe Fer sure, not Fer sure, eh Remix Fer sure, bomb Fer sure, bomb DJ S3RL remix Pulled up at a stop light Did drugs on the dashboard Look at the mess we made tonight Kick off your stilettos (Oh, yeah) Kick off your stilettos And fuck me in the backseat Fuck me in the backseat You're always falling in disguise And always quick to compromise Kick off your stilettos (Oh, yeah) Kick off your stilettos And fuck me in the backseat Fuck me in the backseat Fer sure, maybe Fer sure, not Fer sure, eh Fer sure, bomb This is the end of what we planned (Of what we planned) And now... This is the end of what we planned (Of what we planned) And now... We're not falling in love We're just falling apart Girl, dance the night away This is how the beat drops This is how the beat drops Just let your body go This is how the beat drops This is how the beat drops I wanna see your panties drop girl, now All this time is wasted Pretending we're in love But that's alright 'Cause you know I love being with you and seeing you cry So don't let go, oh! Don't let go, no! Don't let go! Don't let go! Fer sure, maybe Fer sure, not Fer sure, eh Fer sure, bomb No, jkjkjk Lololol I heart your fucking make-up Oh, my God, I love hair Is that a new tattoo? Did that piecing fucking hurt? No, jkjkjk Lololol We're not falling in love We're just falling apart Girl, dance the night away This is how the beat drops This is how the beat drops Just let your body go This is how the beat drops This is how the beat drops I wanna see your panties drop girl, now All this time is wasted Pretending we're in love But that's alright 'Cause you know I love being with you and seeing you cry (So don't let go, oh! Don't let go, no! Don't let go!) All this time is wasted Pretending we're in love But that's alright 'Cause you know I love being with you and seeing you cry But that's alright

(Antt did the track) (Beat Gang) Huh Yeah, never let them pussy niggas play me Put that on my baby, Forgis on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eighty Richer than them niggas that be hatin' Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky, with that fetti goin' crazy, huh Stick tucked, I let my chain hang Rich and gang bang Leave a 50 in this bitch to rain in, huh Bustin' shit, don't wear no Plain Jane Hundred-thousand dollar Rollie, Scottdale, an AP on the same hand You with the opps, that mean you ain't my mans You movin' like the cops, can't take a chance, 30-thousand in my pants Yeah, dog shit in my pockets, where your bands? Hit the show with 30 hitters I'm with Cudi, he'll blick before he land Cash it all the time, don't wait for shit 20 chains, crazy kid Rich nigga, I can't fuck no basic bitch You never been no boss, you drankin' tris You never been no shooter, you's a bitch Quay Quay with me, he got stick, huh Pour the Wocky up and drop a six Icy than a bitch, put my city on the map, we in the mix I been slimin' shit out since a jit Cuban cost two bricks We got all them thirsty hoes takin' pics You wanna sign me? Yellin' out three mill' Tweakin' in this bitch, just popped a pill Gang'nem yellin' out, "Free Kill" Yeah, fuck a record label, we too real Fuck award shows, we in the field Shoot that chopper like I'm skilled, nigga I love my lil' bean 'cause she real She want me at my best, but love me at my worst, still I can't let 'em kill Bill I keep three Glocks and a stick One regular, one got a dick One of 'em fully, with a 50 and a switch A nigga diss, his ass better stay focused Nowadays, the real niggas be doin' a lot of ho shit Yeah, you know me, I'm on my zone shit My niggas don't speak english All they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze, and I'm fuckin' demonin' him Bullets miss, I'm immortal And I'm bossin' up, I got the 'Rari truck on pre-order The 50 for the Richard Mill', I ain't even see a quarter I need my 25, where I reside, these niggas down shorter I got expensive taste I'm drankin' Wock', I scrape Takin' zaza to the face, on a private jet in either state They see they down for me, but really fakin' Ain't one to help, put on my shoes, man, I couldn't tie my laces (yeah) Like John Gotti, beat a thousand cases We keepin' people straight, they doin' voodoo way in Haiti I'ma speak my mind every time, I don't care how you take it I keep it real, and for that all the real, niggas embrace me Jumped off the tour bus and all the bitches start to chase me But then my pockets start spreadin', I big faced it The cheese, the cheese done got me beefin' with my lady She pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me (Beat Gang, Beat Gang, Beat Gang...)