Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Late Checkout

Told the front desk we ain’t leavin’

Keys on the counter, but we still breathin’

Room service with the shades drawn

Sunlight hittin’ like a new dawn

She got glitter on her collarbone

My chain’s tangled in her iPhone

She said, “You ever sleep?” I said, “Hardly.”

“We pay the price just to crash the party.”

Plastic cups on the balcony ledge

Cigarette burns on a Gideon’s edge

Heaven’s booked, we ain’t checkin’ in

But we might check out - just not this weekend

We got no bags packed, no plans made

Just vibes on loop and a sweet escape

It’s a late checkout, baby, hold that space

Room 420 with the sun on our face

Mini fridge empty, but the soul’s on full

Running on fumes, but we never dull

Voicemail from Monday, I let it ring

We live like legends, not like kings

Back of the Uber, spinnin’ our sins

Old cassette deck still playin’ The Strokes in

Neon Bible in the drawer for luck

And a do-not-disturb on everything we touch

Mitchell: You ever feel like this world’s on pause?

Dubs: Like the clock got tired of tickin’ laws

Mitchell: We write our rules on hotel slips

Dubs: And leave with nothin’ but apocalypse tips

We got no bags packed, no plans made

Just vibes on loop and a sweet escape

It’s a late checkout, baby, hold that space

Room 420 with the sun on our face

Yeah, it’s a late checkout, no need to race

One more night ‘til we vanish without a trace