Verse 1

Adrian Crowe, cold hand on the blueprint

Counts every exit before he walks in

Black glass office, rain on the pane

One quiet order and the gears obey

He builds little kingdoms from steel and code

Keeps every rival afraid of the road

A smile like a promise, a stare like a sentence

He turns their doubt into his advantage

Pre-Chorus

No loose ends, no second guess

He wears control like a tailored vest

Then she walks in, and the room shifts shape

One locked door he can't make obey

Chorus

Crowe takes the crown, makes the whole room kneel

Cold in the deal, but the want is real

He can command every spark and flame