"Red Line" lyrics

I come from a long, long line of denim jean
Cut beside all types of fiends
I robbed the DEA and overdosed
Spend the cash on guns and coke
I am the warmonger, more crazy strong
Droppin' drones inside Iran
I'm the big, bad, super-charged sex machine
All-American, extra lean

If you lose your cool
Baby, I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I love crossing red lines

Lose your cool
Baby, I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I'll see you on the other side

I'll take the M-1-5 and a pound of green
I'm the triple-round king of ketamine
I'm not fixin' me, I'm fixin' you
You can take these pills, red, white, and blue
They go down, down, down with a pack of beer
Then your eyes go dark and you cannot hear
I might tie you up, see what you got
I got a feelin' that you're gonna get hot

If you lose your cool
Baby, I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I love crossing red lines

Full stop
You talk that talk
You walk that walk
Who wears the red line?
Maybe we can work it out
Maybe we can work it out
Oh, my friend
You seem upset
What's on your mind?
Woah, you got somethin' you want to say?
Well, look me in the eye

Woah, if you lose your cool
Maybe I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I love crossing red lines