**☀️ Title: “Late Checkout”** *Genre: Pop / Funk-Pop / Dance*

**☀️ Title: “Late Checkout”** *Genre: Pop / Funk-Pop / Dance* **\[Verse 1]** He booked a room, I took the suite I bring the heat, he bring receipts Call me the view that stole the scene Room service lookin’ like a dream **\[Pre-Chorus]** He said, “Where you been all my life?” I said, “Probably somewhere charging twice” Got his hands up, like he’s in a heist Guess who’s the prize? (Me. Obviously.) **\[Chorus]** I’m the reason he want that late checkout (Late checkout) Messin’ up the bed like it’s a stakeout Every little move got him spaced out Mmm, got him hooked, no doubt He’s callin’ the front desk, “Need more time” I’m the headline, he’s just a line Tellin’ all his friends I’m a knockout I’m the reason he want that late checkout **\[Verse 2]** I don’t chase, I take my time He press replay like every line I’m the ringtone in his mind Elevator up — yeah, I redefine **\[Pre-Chorus]** Room key dancin’ in my purse Every look just makes it worse He’s under spell, call it a curse But I like to rehearse (So let it reverse) **\[Chorus]** I’m the reason he want that late checkout (Late checkout) Turned a weekend into a stakeout Sweet as sin, but I don’t break down Mmm, I’m the vibe — no doubt He’s beggin’ for more time to unwind He’s at the desk, I’m on his mind Takin’ over like a total blackout I’m the reason he want that late checkout **\[Bridge]** Silk robe, slow pose Champagne, no clothes He said, “This feels like a show” Baby, I *am* the show **\[Final Chorus]** I’m the reason he want that late checkout (Late checkout) He forget what time’s about In my world, there’s no timeout Just high heels and loud shoutouts Yeah, I’m the fantasy that checks in And the memory that don’t end He’ll be haunted, no doubt I’m the reason he want that late checkout