text: I could take the high road
  But I know that Im goin low
  Im a ban—Im a bandito
  I could take the high road
  But I know that Im goin low
  Im a ban—Im a bandito
  I could take the high road
  But I know that Im goin low
  Im a ban—Im 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 Im goin low
  Im a ban—Im a bandito
  I could take the high road
  But I know that Im goin low
  Im a ban—Im a bandito
  In City, I feel my spirit is contained
  Like neon inside the glass, they form my brain
  But I recently discovered its a heatless fire
  Like nicknames they give themselves to uninspire
  Begin with bullet, now add fire to the proof
  But Im still not sure if fears 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
  Folina, 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, Sahlo
  I could take the high road
  But I know that Im goin low 
  Im a ban—Im a bandito
  I could take the high road
  But I know that Im goin low
  Im a ban—Im a bandito 
  I could take the high road
  But I know that Im goin low 
  Im a ban—Im a bandito
  I created this world to feel some control
  Destroy it if I want
  So I sing Sahlo Folina, Sahlo Folina