Make It Better ft. Jules Carson & KC Lyrics

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

See them follow me wherever I go, fuck

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Am I coming back well girl I don't know, fuck

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

I wrote this letter tryna make it better

And to reflect on our darker nights and our stormy weather

Been thinking twice bout the failures back when we were together

And all this time I've been blaming you like I'm someone special

Like all that time I was Mr. Perfect or someone who's always worth it

Every cussing out was prolly earned but damn

Maturation paid a visit to my front steps and told me that my progress wasn't far from where I was yet, huh

Tough discoveries I make uncovering the layers that can make my diction thin as paper

The luxury to hate or judge is fiction for a hater

And a mustard seed of faith or love can change you and yo neighbor

I think I was afraid of love after my last adventure

She broke my heart, I put my guard up ever since that evening

Now I'm distraught, I wrote this art to show my feelings

Sincerely, a nigga you missing

You can make it better (But can you? Can you?)

You can make it better (But can you? Can you?)

You can make it better if you try

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

See them follow me wherever I go, fuck

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Am I coming back well girl I don't know, fuck

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

See them follow me wherever I go, fuck

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Am I coming back well girl I don't know, fuck

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Pull the curtains back and put on a show

Five minutes to go, and then its showtime

That's when I blow up your texts, and I hit your line

Talking bout I'm just checking what's on your mind

But a penny for thoughts ain't worth your goldmine

Plus any moments I bought was on borrowed time

So now my credit was shot, I need a trade line

Anyway, I figured that I could trade my

Interest as a placeholder for daytime

Wait, three minutes and then it's lights up

Quiet on the set, what you doing tonight huh?

As I wait for reply, thoughts race in my mind

Is it another guy

Never that, I'm too fly

Man I'm projecting the ghost of my indiscretions inside

Manifesting performances that Scorsese would buy

One minute, the stage is set, the lights are low

Ladies and gent, I present the greatest show

Hello