In the taxi 
Spit the bad seed 
Spit the bad seed 
He came out to testify 
Rip the black jean 
With his gold teeth 
In the back seat 
He came out to testify 

I'm not a follower 
Don't want to follow her 
Don't want a piece of the pie 
Where I land I don't care I don't need a plan One night at a time 

Who kicks open every door lately?
He can't stop 
He can't stop fighting 
Who says, "I won't leave 'til you make me?" He can't stop 
He can't stop losing a round 

Looks like me 
Dressed like me 
Just like me 

Looks like me 
Dressed like me 
Just like me 

In the back seat of the taxi 
He came out to testify 
In the back seat of the taxi 
Kept saying, "Who am I?" 
In the back seat of the taxi 
He came out to testify 
In the back seat of the taxi 

Said not to move, he's fine 
Don't play with [bad word] in your bloodstream
Don't play with bugs for your bad dreams I'm gonna hold my breath 'til [bad word] back clean 
Gonna hold my breath 'til [bad word] back clean 
Gonna hold my breath 'til [bad word] back clean 
Gonna hold my breath 'til [bad word] back clean 
Gonna hold my breath 'til [bad word] back clean 

In the taxi 
Spit the bad seed 
Spit the bad seed 
Rip the black jean 
With his gold teeth 
In the back seat (Make it up) 
(Hold my breath) 
(Where I land I don't care, I don't need a plan) 
(I don't give a [bad word]  I don't need a plan) 

Don't play with [bad word] in your bloodstream (Gonna hold my breath 'til [bad word] back clean)  [bad word] back to us when [bad word] clean