Got up this morning

Atlanta had burned down to the ground

Oh yeah

Got my foot through the floor

Tearing up the city all night long, oh yeah

Spent all my money on cheap sensations

Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation

Got up this morning

Atlanta had burned down to the ground

Oh yeah

Well, the bullets are flying

But the chicken is frying all around, amen

And I'm out in my Malibu

I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been

Cruising south 85 to buy some thrills

Gotta get a heaping helping of heaven and hell

Got up this morning

Atlanta had burned down to the ground

Oh yeah

Just when I had enough, can't take no more

Got a new friend knocking at the door

He said the sun's coming up but the party ain't slowing

Here's a little something to get you going

Well, the bullets are flying

But the chicken is frying all around, amen

And I'm out in my Malibu

I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been

Spent all my money on cheap sensations

Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation

Got up this morning

Atlanta had burned down to the ground

Oh yeah