[Verse 1: Illmac]
Uh, young man brushed the dirt off his shoulders
The world in front of him, used to be down bad to new beginnings
Whose split personalities'd tug-of-war 'til they wore each other out, and nothing ever gets truly finished
Ooh that's too familiar, soon you'll get the picture
Just tryna choose a filter, just tryna loosen them screws we know they wound tight
Read the headline check, make a judgement check, click the soundbite
That sounds about right, most days he stays at home in the house like he's afraid of the outside
Like he's safe on that lil' island, building a lifeboat
But if he planned on leaving he'd tie a rope to them high hopes and fly away
By the way tryna find his hiding place you gotta cross his mind, who's got the right-of-way?

[Chorus 1: Illmac & Little Warrior]
Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur

[Verse 2: Illmac]
Uh, young woman brushed the dirt off her shoulders
The world in front of her, scarred from all the trauma she had withstood
Stronger than she realizes she is, she's powerful but stares in the funhouse mirror and sees damaged goods
Survivor of sexual trauma, tries not to let it define her
But the pressure reminds her that it's a man's world
'It's what she wore, deep down she really liked the attention', don't click the comments it's a mad world
Gotta take it in small doses
Bob Wiley, keep baby-stepping, it's all motion
Some days she feel like dogwoods in the spring, some days fall roses
It's all growth and I just soak it in like osmosis
Close her eyes and woke up years later, how could we not notice?
[Chorus 1: Illmac & Little Warrior]
Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur

[Verse 3: Illmac]
Young father brushed the dirt off his shoulders
The world in front of him, currently down bad to new beginnings
He sleeps in a tent down the street from the house that he grew up in
Choosing this over mom's rules, it's too restricting
Ironic independence seem to bring a new dependence
On a substance though, it's a comfort zone not a new position
He's used to it, his work booted him when his work boots were the first shoes that fits him now he's disillusioned wit' it
A different person when he was working
Held his head higher looked you in the eye, felt he had a purpose
He lets his anger out, vents his pain on paper and leaves it laying 'round, things he'd never say out loud
I think he secretly hopes that they get found
Like if they do maybe he will, 'til then he anchors down
Don't hold your breath, it's escape or drown
Tryna find balance on shaky ground
Feels like he's breaking maybe, he needs a break from his vacant town
It's got a stranglehold on him like the people he chooses to hang around
But he's loyal and they always stay around doing the same things, maybe that's why nobody makes it out
I know his story isn't done being written
I'm just flipping through pages, tears blurring my vision

[Chorus 1: Illmac & Little Warrior]
Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur
[Interlude: Illmac]
It's easy to autopilot through life, blinded by the motion blur
We naturally fill in the blanks, categorize and think we know others' story based off the headlines
It's easy to judge a puzzle by the piece or two in front of us when all we know is fragments
'Cause all we show is fragments
'I woulda done this', 'I'd never do that'
'If I were in that position'
It's harder to empathize and not look at others as flawed versions of ourselves
When confronted with a loved one's hidden truths we're surprised or hurt, we weren't given an all-access pass to them
When we may not've created a safe space for them to be able to be that vulnerable in the first place
All we know is fragments
Yeah

[Bridge 1: Little Warrior & Illmac]
First impressions can be quite different, I don't always get it right
I'm judging others with specks, but I've got a plank in my own eye
Painted by the same hand, tryna get by on this earth
Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur
All we know is fragments, 'cause all we show is fragments
Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur
Guess the only moral of the story, is try not to judge 'cause it's more to every story

[Beat Switch]

[Chorus 2: Illmac]
Uh, I been getting high, and I can't feel my lows
Head up in the sky yeah, that's where I'ma go
I'ma, paint my life in gold, dip my flesh in bones, need to cleanse my soul
Maybe I will, uh, maybe I won't
Maybe I will, maybe I won't
[Verse 4: Illmac]
And this ain't what you wanted this is what is wrote
God's word coming from the GOAT
Jim Jones running with the cult
Spike the punch, cut the coke
Fuck the world, tilt the globe on its axis, feel the stroke
Yeah bitch, feel the stroke
Turn 'em into fiends got the fix now I'll never be broke, let's go

[Bridge 2: Illmac]
They say I'm the one, that's not enough for me
I need everything, pay me like you owe me something
Pay me like you owe me something
Pay me like you owe me something

[Chorus 2: Illmac]
Need to, paint my life in gold, dip my flesh in bone, need to cleanse my soul
Maybe I will, maybe I won't
Yeah, something something I yada yada yeah, need to finish this song
Maybe I will, maybe I won't