Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Poetry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Dexter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Poetry
Producer
Lyrics
I'm digging in the crates 'til i'm sitting with the greats
I'm digging in the crates 'til i'm sitting with the greats
I'm digging in the crates 'til i'm sitting with the greats
I'm trying to get this money so i'm digging in the crates
Yo I walked inside a record store
Felt like I opened up heavens door
Saw a reservoir of vintage LP's I never saw
Collect them all like pieces on a Checkerboard
Was the very thought that made me reach for my debit-card
I check for flaws pulling LP's out of the sleeves
Searching for scratches and nicks like being bit by diseased
Goblins, so many options
Should I cop the Osmonds
Phil Collins or Dre Straight Outta Compton
I'm locked in
Dollar bin sale searching through boxes
My eyes itch from the dust particles on my eye lids
But I just, keep on digging
My mind's spinning 45 revolutions per minute
I gotta get it
I'm not a medic but I drop a needle like a diabetic
On the record reading album credits man the sound is epic
The warm crackling's immaculate
Now i'm traveling on my way to the lab but i'll be back again
Written by: Sammie Dexter
