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Bootleg Original Mix

from Bootleg by Robert Solheim

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Jazzy guys, you know the truth,
you got the sounds and the Coltrane  blues
What kind of light, what kind of craves
I hope that someone can show me the truth

No disgrace, you know the streets
I got to have some of the spice that you eat
You got my hands, you got my head,
I give up, I give it up, I give it all to you 

Jazzy guys, I’m losing faith
I’m stuck in loops that I can’t erase
What kind of tricks, you’ve got in your bag
What kind of pills can get my out of this drag

Here comes the rage, here comes the storm
I had my hands on a vision of gold
Another payment, it’s just another job
This goes to fast, this goes to slow

Buried with the soleness of my truth
I lost control, I’m not complete
Can’t compete x 2 

Jazzy guys, I’m losing faith
I’m stuck in loops that I can’t erase
What kind of light, what kind of craves
I hope that someone can show me the place

Here comes the rage, here comes the storm
I had my hands on a vision of gold
Another pay, man, it’s just another job
This goes to fast, this goes to slow

Buried with the soleness of my truth
I lost control, I’m not complete
Can’t compete x 2 

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from Bootleg, released July 17, 2018

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Robert Solheim Norway

“....Robert Solheim’s music pops like warm synapses in the brain, the fused connections of man and machine.....”

Part of The Opiates, Aquavit, Popkissed, Terje Saether & Robert Solheim, Current.

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