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

Camp caught the beat, nodding. “The dial tone is the loneliest sound in the city, bro. But don’t let it get to you. If she picks up, she’s yours. If she doesn’t? Well, the night’s still young.”

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

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.” Camp caught the beat, nodding

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

Across the table, K. Camp was nursing a drink, watching the bubbles rise. He didn’t need to see the screen to know the vibe. “She’s playing the game, Jack,” Camp said, his voice smooth even over the trap beat. “You know how it goes. The minute you stop looking, that’s when it rings.”