I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
This is the sound we make
When in between two places
Where we used to bleed
And where our blood needs to be
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
In city, I feel my spirit is contained
Like neon inside the glass, they form my brain
But I recently discovered
It's a heatless fire
Like nicknames they give themselves
to uninspire
Begin with bullet, now add fire to the proof
But I'm still not sure
if fear's a rival or a close relative to truth
Either way it helps to hear
these words bounce off of you
The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through
Sahlo Folina
Sahlo Folina
Sahlo Folina
Sahlo Folina
I created this world
To feel some control
Destroy it if I want
So I sing someone
Sahlo Folina
Sahlo Folina
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito
I could take the high road
But I know that I'm going low
I'm a ban—I'm a bandito