Uploaded April 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Flip-Flops & Felonies

Caught a wave in a coffee cup
Lit a spliff, now I’m wakin' up
Mailbox full of bills I won’t pay
Tossed ‘em out, hit the beach anyway

Met a girl with a tattooed wrist
Said her ex ran scams, now he don’t exist
She laughed, said “Life’s one big scheme”
Then stole my lighter and dipped from the scene

Flip-flops and felonies
Broken boards and burgundy dreams
Ain’t got much, but I got the breeze
And a beat-up deck with no receipts

Skatin’ past all the suits and rules
Livin' like I dropped outta school
They say I’m lost - I say I’m free
Just flip-flops and felonies

Back of the bus with a busted phone
Screenshot maps just to get back home
Caught the vibe from a rooftop jam
Drum circle lit, cops didn’t give a damn

Tried to write a verse, but I lost the pen
Used a matchstick on my arm again
Truth is, I ain’t got a five-year plan
Just a bag of tricks and a suntan

Flip-flops and felonies
Spray paint tags and midnight sprees
Ain’t got rent, but I got a beat
And a melody that don’t miss a beat

Sidewalk’s hot, but my soul’s on chill
Duct tape wallet, hundred-dollar will
They say I’m nuts - I say I’m me
Just flip-flops and felonies

Ohh, these streets ain’t paved in gold
But they got stories I was told
From the bodegas to the boardwalk breeze
I find my truth in moments like these

So light one up for the ones who roam
No fixed address, but we still feel home
We ain’t rich, but we got what we need
Just flip-flops and felonies