Apple of my eye, I thought it'd be rotten/
No math class, solve a problem, make a profit/
This a product of Harvard if I had only tried harder/
Set my sight farther, quit Kinnick and Carver/
Smarter than the average, some can't bear my style/
A photographic view, I make the city worth while/
Even angels look for angles, intentions left dangling/
Demons on the playground, they need money for a meal/
If money trees steal shade, you best be good at climbing/
Shoulders are cold but the waist a hotter climate/
May pain be champagne whether paid off rhyming/
Or paid off the cola, in the wall or sofa lining/
Sit on your ass, that's a setup for failure/
I write paraphernalia on how my thoughts wrestle/
I'm branching out, there's nothing I can't tackle/
Fruits are looking ripe now, how you like them apples?/
credits
released February 16, 2023
Produced, written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Josh Michalec.
Guitar, bass and synths played by Josh Michalec.
An extended reflection on young love by way of plush R&B, the LA trio's debut thrives on ultra-tight performances and potent chemistry. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 4, 2021