Lyrics

[Verse]
Man, Josh King claim he fixin’ up the wires,
But all he got is hot air, spittin' flat tires.
Hands on a wrench, nah, hands on his phone,
DMs full of trash talk, sittin’ on his throne.

[Verse 2]
Mr. King of veneers, teeth wide as the moon,
Piano keys in his mouth, man, he outta tune.
Talking ‘bout engines, but can’t even start,
Fixing his mouth, not the parts, that's his art.

[Chorus]
Josh King, fake flex, big dreams, no plans,
Tools stay shiny 'cause they ain't touched hands.
Generator down? He just stand and he boast,
Josh fixes drama, not machines, he a ghost.

[Verse 3]
Claims he got skills, but his act is bizarre,
Wearing coveralls clean, ain't touched a car.
Engine still broke, and he nowhere in sight,
But his mouth stay tuned, gossip on all night.

[Bridge]
Word around town, King’s the biggest pretender,
Can’t fix a fuse, but he a Twitter defender.
Veneer so bright, casting shadows on the street,
But fixing a valve? Nah, his rep faced defeat.

[Verse 4]
Tried to start a motor, blew his own gasket,
Man’s more useless than a rusty old casket.
Only torque he knows is the gossip he spread,
Josh King, yo, fix your act instead.