Escape The Fate – Not Good Enough For The Truth In Cliche + Lyrics


LYRICS! Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What’s it like to die alone? How does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your veins is twenty below. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Something I cannot forget. So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window, Make sure you’re still alive, Just in time to kill you, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Something I cannot forget. I can’t take this (take) anymore I can’t take this (take) anymore I can’t take this (take) anymore (I cannot feel what you’ve done to me) I can’t take this (take) anymore (What you’ve done to me) So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window, (Window) Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out

 
 

Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche Escape The Fate (lyrics)


interesting slideshow i made while i was bored Comment? :) Lyrics: Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What’s it like to die alone? And how does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your veins is twenty below. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Something I cannot forget. So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window. Make sure you’re still alive, Just in time to kill you. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. Something I cannot forget. (I can’t take this take anymore) (I can’t take this take anymore) I cannot feel what you’ve done to me what you’ve done to me (I can’t take this take anymore) (I can’t take this take anymore) What you’ve done to me So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window (window). Sitting in

 
 

Escape The Fate – Not Good Enough For the Truth In Cliche MUSIC VIDEO


I DON’T CLAIM ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR THESE SONGS, THEY ARE COPYRIGHTED TO THE OWNERS AND I AM NOT PROFITING FROM PUTTING THEM ON YOUTUBE. Lyrics: Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What’s it like to die alone? How does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your veins is twenty below. Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Something I cannot forget. So for now, take this down a notch, Crash my car through your window, Make sure you’re still alive, Just in time to kill you, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget, Something I cannot forget. I can’t take this (take) anymore I can’t take this (take) anymore I can’t take this (take) anymore (I cannot feel what you’ve done to me) I can’t take this (take) anymore (What you’ve done to me) So for now, take this down a notch

 
 
 
 
 
 

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Ice Cube – Today Was A Good Day (Dirty)


OPEN FOR LYRICS!!! I Do not own this song just enjoy it! (Lyrics) (Ice Cube) Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don’t know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on, but didn’t pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up for later as I hit the do’ Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo’ I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I’m askin y’all Which park, are y’all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I’m trouble Last week fuck around and got a triple double Freaking niggaz every way like MJ I can’t believe, today was a good day (Chorus) Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn’t even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn’t even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to Short Dog’s house, they was watchin YO! MTV Raps What’s the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do’ little Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I’m yellin domino Plus nobody I know got killed in South