Jack Harlow revient en force avec “Hello Miss Johnson”, un nouveau single qui pose déjà les bases de son prochain projet. Et quelle entrée en matière : une production signée aksel arvid et Cole Harlow, son propre frère, qui donne à l’ensemble un groove délicieusement nostalgique. Ajoutez à ça une histoire de flirt où Jack essaie de conquérir une amante et d’impressionner sa mère. La pression, vous dites ?
Le clip, tourné avec des caméras de surveillance par le duo Shadrinsky, colle à l’esthétique lo-fi qu’on adore. Ambiance granuleuse, on observe Jack à travers un œil indiscret, un peu comme si on matait discrètement un voisin trop cool pour nous.
Et là, franchement, l’instru m’a chopé direct. Y’a un petit quelque chose qui rappelle le meilleur de Mac Miller, avec ce côté chill mais calibré au millimètre. Le flow est fluide, les lyrics simples, mais efficaces, et ça tape juste. Je valide — et pas qu’un peu.
Les lyrics de Hello, Miss Johnson de Jack Harlow
Other girls? Fuck them
I’d rather touch myself to you than fuck them
Only confide in you, I can’t trust them
Because I’m fine with you, over here lyin’ with you, I wanna
Show you off to the city I’m from
And ride ’round with you, fine dine with you
I think about you all the damn time, for real
You tell me, « That’s just game, » I ain’t lyin’, it’s true
I never seem to get a sufficient amount of you
Sometimes I think to you I might as well be Mountain Dew
Bad for ya, I’m crazy about you, I’m mad for ya
‘Bout to dial your mom’s home number and ask for ya, like
« Hello, Miss Johnson, you know why I’m callin’
You know I’ve been fallin’, fallin’ for your daughter
I think about her often, correct me if I’m wrong, but
Was it you that gave the eyes to her I be lost in? Thought so
Tell her I said hello if you can, and also
That I can’t wait to see her again, and also
Tell her call me when she get a chance
‘Cause I got so much to say, and I appreciate you, ma’am »
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
We could go Monaco, take you out on a boat
Say goodbye to Domino’s, let’s get you some pasta
You don’t need no doctor to help you with your posture
You walkin’ ’round head high, that’s why I said hi
That’s why I came up to you pokin’ my chest out
Pressed out, tryna make you mine for the sake of humankind
How’d you get so wise? Must have taken you some time
I can’t help but wonder what your parents make of you and I
Let’s go to Nice
And give your sister a niece
I’m tryna make the population increase
I’m tryna see you indec’ ‘fore we head back East
Your mom called askin’ when you plan to be home
It’s been a week or so, longer than you said you’d be gone
You say you love her, then you ask her what the family’s on
Before you hang up on her, hand me the phone so I can say
« Hello, Miss Johnson, you know why I’m callin’
You know I’ve been fallin’, fallin’ for your daughter
I think about her often, correct me if I’m wrong, but
Was it you that gave the eyes to her I be lost in? Thought so
Tell her I said hello if you can, and also
That I can’t wait to see her again, and also
Tell her call me when she get a chance
‘Cause I got so much to say, and I appreciate you, ma’am »
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
