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.