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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.

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.

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,
Began with bullet, now add fire to the proof,
But I’m still not sure if fear’s a rival or 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.

I created this world,
To feel some control,
Destroy it if I want,
So I sing 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.

I created this world,
To feel some control,
Destroy it if I want,
So I sing Sahlo Folina.

Sahlo Folina.