I grew up believing summer had a body count and my pink bikini top and daisy dukes were my weapon of choice. Malibu had its own little mythology when I was younger, and I mean that in the messiest possible way. We would cram into someone’s car with lip gloss melting in the cup holder, fly down the 10 with the radio disrespectfully loud, and act convinced that nothing could touch us because the sky was orange and somebody had weed rolled badly in the glove box. Half the time we ended up near Zuma, barefoot and buzzed, pretending our fake IDs looked believable enough to get us through whatever door had the prettiest people waiting behind it. That was the gospel back then. Drive too fast, flirt too hard, laugh at the wrong things, wake up with sand in your shoes and one unread text you absolutely knew you were going to answer. Michael Laroy’s ‘No Feelingz’ brings that particular damn fever back. The song has that sun-drunk, half-reckless energy where nostalgia starts running its fucking hands up your inner thighs before you realize you missed it.
The production is built for instant dopamine, which makes sense given the MGMT and Foster the People inspiration. It has that indie-pop brightness riding over a rap/R&B pulse, with enough bounce to make the whole thing feel loose in the hips. The beat never gets heavy-handed. It glides. It leaves space for Laroy to move between melody and rap phrasing, and that airy looseness gives the track its heat. This shit sounds made for late-afternoon windows-down driving, the kind where your sunglasses are crooked and nobody in the car knows the plan because the plan is simply staying out. The hook has a sugary little lift, but Laroy keeps the vocal grounded enough that the sweetness never gets corny. The song knows how to flirt. It leans in close, grins, and lets the bass do the touching.
Laroy opens with “Buzzed off Macallen Coke” still in the field trying to get a rose, and immediately the track starts mixing intoxication with pursuit. The line feels a little blurry in the right way, with the bottle-glow confidence of somebody chasing something pretty while acting casual about it. When he follows with All good I’m here with bro, the song pulls back from romance into loyalty and motion. He has the girl on his mind, the crew nearby, and the night still moving under him. That is a very real summer equation. Attraction gets louder when nobody wants to admit how much they care.
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The next stretch carries a little chaos under the gloss. What happened to ang? I don’t know lands with that unfinished, half-explained feeling people have when a summer turns into a memory before anyone understands what happened. Bend a couple time I can’t fold gives the song its backbone. Laroy may be floating through the heat, but he refuses to collapse under it. Then Miss Felix but he sold adds a flash of loss or disappointment, the kind of personal detail that slips into a track and makes you wonder what story stayed off-mic. I love that. Give me one weird little line with emotional residue and I’m suddenly leaning forward with my drink sweating in my hand.
The verse starts heating up when Laroy moves into Winter might be around the corner but now we heating up and Little truck can’t get cold. That is where ‘No Feelingz’ starts getting sexier. The season may be changing, but the temperature inside the song stays high. There is a physicality to the way he phrases it, a stubborn little refusal to cool down. It feels less like weather and more like chemistry. Someone is trying to play detached while the room keeps getting warmer. Cute. Dangerous. Highly relatable. I have absolutely watched people pretend they had “no feelings” while acting possessed over one text bubble.
The chorus is where the track gets sticky. Summers don’t feel like this repeats with the confidence of a hook that already knows it is going to live rent free. Laroy is chasing a high that feels familiar and unreachable at the same time, and Taking bout what I missed into Telling you what I missed makes that nostalgia feel conversational, almost confessional. He is speaking from inside the craving rather than explaining it from a safe distance. Then comes the little emotional dodge with And there’s no feelings, which is honestly the funniest lie people tell when the feelings are already doing body shots in the corner. Preach, babe-free and fully guilty. The title says ‘No Feelingz,’ but the song is sweating through the lie.
That contradiction gets hotter when he sings Still trynna get to the ceiling. The ceiling becomes the ambition, the rush, the high he keeps reaching for. In the same breath, You can’t forget me little trick throws in that cocky edge that keeps the chorus from floating away into pure nostalgia. Laroy knows he is leaving an imprint. He knows somebody is going to remember the night, the song, the look, the whole damn charge in the air. I’m on in a million! gives the hook its flex, and Hold up! snaps the whole thing back into swagger. The song grins at its own confidence. I respect and encourage the shit out of that fucking audacity. Give this man another summer and somebody dangerously hot enough to remember him.
The second verse moves deeper into memory with “Still remember what it felt like. That opening feels almost soft before Laroy pulls the scene back into brightness. Everything was headed up it was alright alright has that old-photo feeling, the kind of memory your brain edits until it shines harder than it probably did in real life. Spirits they were so high keeps the track lifted, while No worries in the world for a low life for life gives it a little bite. He is romanticizing a reckless version of himself, and I get it. Some versions of us were irresponsible as hell and still looked incredible under the right lighting.
The back half of the verse turns that memory into drive. Trying to get to that feeling is the whole addiction of the song in one line. Laroy is chasing the emotional charge, the summer-body rush, the night-before-real-life-catches-you sensation. Won’t stop till I do lord willing gives it a prayer under the party, which makes the ambition feel less glossy and more personal. Then I don’t care if you messin with that shrugs off whoever doubts him, while Ima keep making me a killing fo real” closes the lyric sheet with hunger. The track may be warm and playful, but Laroy is still moving with purpose. That makes the carefree energy hit harder because it has a grind underneath it. Damn. That little switch matters.
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His own quote makes the song feel even more intimate. Laroy says he wanted to explore “the feeling of connecting to someone in your mind before anything has actually happened in real life,” and that is exactly where the song starts getting dangerous. We have all done that humiliating little mental cinema. You meet someone, exchange two glances, maybe get one decent conversation, and suddenly your brain is producing a whole limited series nobody ordered. Laroy calls it “that in-between state where attraction, imagination, and possibility start to build a story that doesn’t fully exist yet,” which is painfully accurate. I hate how right this is. The song lives in that fantasy stage where the feeling has already slipped into the room and taken its shirt off.
What keeps ‘No Feelingz’ from becoming too sweet is Laroy’s refusal to over-explain the emotion. He lets the track stay loose. He gives us fragments, images, little flexes, and summer heat. The title plays coy, but the song clearly understands how attraction works before anyone says a damn thing out loud. Desire starts in the mind and gets bolder when music gives it a place to go. That is why the MGMT/Foster the People brightness works so well here. The production gives the fantasy sunlight, while Laroy’s melodic rap delivery keeps the whole thing close to the body. This is dopamine with a smirk.
Michael Laroy (Respectfully, would!) is an upcoming artist from El Paso, Texas, and his sound sits right in that sultry lane between rap and melodic R&B. His influences make sense. You can hear the Logic side in the clean phrasing and the hunger for momentum, while the Daniel Caesar and Tyler, the Creator references show up in the way he treats feeling as atmosphere rather than decoration. His catalog reaches back to 2019 with projects like Still Obsessed – EP and Stuck on You, and newer material like FDTD – Single shows him shaping a lane built on reflection and smooth vocal texture. With ‘No Feelingz,’ he sounds less concerned with proving himself and more interested in building a mood you want to stay inside. That is the good shit.
The opening memory of the 10 freeway comes back to me by the end because ‘No Feelingz’ understands the mythology of a summer night better than it has any right to. The song does what the best summer tracks do. It makes the past feel touchable for three minutes. It brings back the car, the beach, the fake confidence, the person you flirted with for sport and thought about for weeks. Laroy turns that into something breezy enough for a playlist and intimate enough to sting a little when the sun goes down. I do not believe the title for a second. Nobody makes a song this sun-drunk and quietly horny about having no feelings. And honestly, thank fuck for that.
