Digging In The Crates

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