Lyrics

[Verse]
Josh King with the torque that don’t turn,
Talks big game, still the pistons don’t burn.
Engine dreams stalled, got a wrench but no clout,
Now he pushes papers, that’s what his day’s about.

[Chorus]
Crankshaft slipping, his pride on ice,
Talking real loud but can’t take advice.
Roots in the grease, now he’s drowned in the ether,
Mechanic on paper but lost in a fever.

[Verse 2]
“Yo, I’m the best,” he’d boast by the jack.
Swingin’ trash-talk while his gaskets stack.
They gave him tasks to keep him out the way,
Call him Josh King, but the kingdom’s D.O.A.

[Chorus]
Crankshaft slipping, his pride on ice,
Talking real loud but can’t take advice.
Roots in the grease, now he’s drowned in the ether,
Mechanic on paper but lost in a fever.

[Bridge]
Man’s all theory, zero ignition.
The camshaft's spinning with no true mission.
Talks big about folks, saying, “Ain’t they fools?”
But watch him fumble, drowning in his own tools.

[Verse 3]
Turns work into drama, just biding his time,
Collect a check steady, while the engines decline.
Blames the world, says the system’s bent,
But no clue how his day’s being misspent.