Maklani - Control (Car Mix)

Grip like iron on the compass.
Going blind
Grip like iron on the compass.
Going blind
Grip like iron on the cup is
Going blind.
Breathing in the storm
Before it breaks the line.
Not a lift in the wind.
Not a death to the tide.
I c my own pad where the shadows collide.
No borrow crown.
I don't bust
Your foot for praise.
I mastered the curve and on the roughest of days
Boundaries drawn and
I don't
Cross the line.
Every move calculated
Every step by design.
Cut the static
Let the people decide.
Reinforcing the frame while the cracks multiply
Heart beats even while the fault line shake.
Write in my ch.
No room for mistake.
Tell them when the ground gives way beneath your feet