Jack - Harlow - Pickyourphoneup (feat. K. Camp)

“You’re late,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Jack let out a sharp exhale, spinning the phone on the polished wood. “I’m not looking for a game, man. I’m looking for an answer.” Jack Harlow - PICKYOURPHONEUP (feat. K. Camp)

He thought about the last time they’d spoken—the way she’d laughed at his jokes before the fame got loud, before the tours and the guest lists. Now, every silence felt like a statement. He picked up the phone, thumbs hovering over the keypad. He wanted to demand her time, to tell her he was outside, to remind her who was calling. “You’re late,” she said, a small smile tugging

Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night. “Nah,” he whispered. “I’m right on time.” ” she said