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Calgary is a city you should not know ice spice Take a look inside your heart Is there any room for me? I won't have to hold my breath 'Til you get down on one knee Because you only want to hold me When I'm looking good enough Did you ever feel me? Would you ever picture us? Every time I pull my hair Was only out of fear That you'll find me ugly And one day you'll disappear because What's the point of crying? It was never even love Did you ever want me? Was I ever good enough? The, the boy's a liar The boy's a liar He doesn't see ya You're not lookin' at me, boy The boy's a liar The boy's a liar He doesn't see ya You're not lookin' at me, boy Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough He say that I'm good enough, grabbin' my duh-duh-duh Think about shit that I shouldn't have (huh) So I tell him it's one of me, he makin' fun of me (ha-ha) His girl is a bum to me (grrah) Like that boy is a cap Sayin' he home, but I know where he at, like Bet he blowin' her back Thinkin' 'bout me 'cause he know that ass fat (damn) And it been what it been (huh) Callin' his phone like, "Yo, send me your pin" Duckin' my t, 'cause he know what I'm on (grrah) But when he hit me, I'm not gon' respond (grrah) But I don't sleep enough without you And I can't eat enough without you (huh) If you don't speak, does that mean we're through? (Huh) Don't like sneaky

that you do (grrah)

The, the boy's a liar The boy's a liar He doesn't see ya You're not lookin' at me, boy The boy's a liar The boy's a liar He doesn't see ya You're not lookin' at me, boy Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough