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
Discipline is the only thing
That keeps the beat control
Rip light on the compass gone blind
Pressure on the hole, but the steel
Holds a line.
Voices lose a
Signal, they scatter off track.
I find
The center to pull the power back alone
On the ridge with the lock to the plan.
Mastering the cl becoming my
Own stand.
No borrow posture, no need to pretend
I'm broken rhythm from
The start to the end.
I don't raise my voice.
I just measure the pace.
Keeping
The order in my own secret space.
Miles
From the wreckage and
I'm
Singing it clear.
Fixed on the summit to the breakthrough is near.
No waste emotion.
No power to delay
Every star
I carry.
I burned every day
Tell them when the future never
Shows it.
Still a steady grip is how a
Real one stands.
Control
Like on my gle
No pressure can rewind.
Sparks
In the ash, they light up the road
Carrying the weight of a heavy yellow load.
Still at the center while
The other world spins.
Reading the storm
Like it's already there.
No fake steps.
Stripping true to the fire
Keeping the stand and climbing higher in higher.
I don't move loud at the sound
Of the flow.
Running to be set back into
A go.
Burned in the rhythm from the strain.
Keeping my mark where
Nothing stays the same.
Tell them when
The whole world came
Holding my ground with the
B of my heart control