[Verse 1]

A fascination with these flashing lights/
A fucking passion for this rapping life/
I lost my hunger cuz of trash they write/
Then D done dropped his tape and I regained my appetite (Let's get it!)/
Sometimes I think about my ex and I get sad at night (Why?)/
Cuz I aint on her radar, even on her satellite (Nope)/
Naw, she done flipped on me, like she was fucking Vanna White/
Naw we done fell apart, I guess that shit just happens right (Right)/
And I ain't mad at all, outta mind and outta site/
I hope she finds a man, and that that man will treat her right/
Now I'm with all kinds of chicks, like I don't have a type/
Blacks and Asian girls, like I don't know my ass is white (Hahaha)/
Been with this new chick, she tan and tatted, ass is nice/
But she ain't on my mind when I lay down my hat at night (Why?)/
Cuz there's a perfect girl (Ok) and I'ma have her, aight?(Aight)/
They told me give up on it, fuck that, that's some bad advice/
So girl lets get a drink, (Ok) no girl, let's grab a bite (Ok)/
Naw fuck it, lets get outta town, road trip or grab a flight (Alright)/
For awhile shit was dark, I thought "I'm bad at life"/
But through this music shit I swear to god, I found a light (Yeah)/
Life pushed me round, but I aint going down without a fight/
I think it's time to turn the tables, I'ma tackle life (Yeah)/
I think it's time to turn the tables, earn some bragging rights/
I think it's time to turn the tables, watch me tackle life, yeah/

[Talking]

And I'm not saying that I''m losing... But I ain't necessarily winning either. I think it's my turn to catch a break... Turn these tables. I can't wait for it, I gotta work for it, yaknow? Let's tackle life.

[Verse 2]

Yo/
If you love her, let her go/
Naw fuck that, if you love her let her know/
And write her love letters, give her flowers, let it grow/
Cuz if you let her leave, then you won't ever know (Nope)/
You'll feel it in your heart (Uh huh), regret from head to toe (Yeah)/
Cuz you don't get that type of lovin' after every show/
These gold diggers only care about your finance/
Plus they twerkin for the coke, these bitches love to line dance (Haha)/
I'm at my prime, I feel its time, I think it's my chance/
That's why I ain't even fuck with words like "I can't"/
And damn... if it wasn't for my family (What?)/
I'd be damaged G, I swear I'd lose my sanity/
Ain't a fan of vanity, but dammit, I'm a hypocrite/
Cuz if you ain't a 9 or better, girl than I could give a shit (Haha)/
I know I talk a lot of shit, but man I'm limitless/
I don't just say it, naw I really, really live the shit/
I had a vision of my life, but shit, this isn't it/
This is nostalgia, now let me reminisce (ok)/
I hid the Marshall Mathers LP, in my sock drawer/
Forbidden to listen so I did it with a locked door (Yeah)/
Then I played my first show as a Sophomore (Then what?)/
And since then, yo the kid done did a lot more/
Got my diploma, what an honor, threw that grad cap/
Tryna make a business suit out of a backpack/
That kid rappin in the V-neck and the snapback/
Somehow got these bitches stripping all over his Snapchat/
Leave me alone, I hear my phone, but I dismiss em all/
A bad umpire, way I just keep missin' calls (Haha)/
Just keep runnin' Justin, even if you hit a wall (Keep going!)/
Knock it down, cuz this shit's over if you trip and fall/
I'm up and down, I'm happy/ sad, nothing is black and white (Naw)/
But there's no time for hesitation, time to stand and fight/
And I don't usually smoke, but can you pass the light?/
And will you say a prayer for me if you can tonight?/
I'm willing and I'm able, I think I have the right/
To turn these motherfucking tables, watch me tackle life/