sobel bandyta

[Verse 1]
Sobel, bandit—ink cuts clean across my face,
Half my cheek in black, I wear it like a name.
They say, “You’ll regret it,” I just grin and say,
“I fucking love these tattoos—let ’em stay.”

[Chorus]
Bandyta, bandyta, don’t tell me who to be,
Ink on half my face, and it feels like me.
Bandyta, bandyta, let the whole town stare—
I chose every mark; I put it there.

[Verse 2]
No mask, no hiding when I walk through town,
Every line says I won’t let them press me down.
Call me trouble, call me wild, call me what you like—
I love these damn tattoos; they fit just right.

[Bridge]
If my face tells a story, let it tell it loud:
I picked my own skin, I don’t need your proud.

[Outro]
Sobel, bandyta—inked and unafraid.
Half my face, my choice, my blade.