E.T
G.S.O. Lyrics
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Not from here im extraterrestrial
Cant talk much these boys be federal
Try so hard jus to get on my level
Cant get on my level
Just left Cali Im smoking medical
No I do not wait on miracles
Foot on pedal
Bitch I love to dope pedal
Big opps bury them go get the shovel
Burberry horns when I dance with the devil
Fill em with Led Zeppelin thats the metal
No I wont settle
No I wont settle
Pop him like corn thats the kettle
Oh he's a jolly good fellow
She got a surgery now its like Jello
Im like Kurt Angel I want the gold medal
I make her hit a falsetto
She want a ring that bitch like Carmelo
Run it up get out the ghetto
Run it up get out the motherfucking ghetto
Better better better
Got my bread up now they fed up
Better better better
Got my bread up now they fed up
I keet up professional
Not from here im extraterrestrial
Cant talk much these boys be federal
Try so hard jus to get on my level
Cant get on my level
Just left Cali Im smoking medical
No I do not wait on miracles
Foot on pedal
I love to dope pedal
Bitch I love to dope pedal
The lyrics to G.S.O.'s song E.T suggest that the artist is not of this world, possibly indicating a sense of otherness or alienation. He boasts about his professionalism and being extraterrestrial in nature, which makes it difficult for him to connect with others who are "federal." He takes pride in his accomplishments and distinguishes himself from those who cannot "get on my level."
The artist also references his recent travels, having just left California and smoking medical marijuana. He is confident in his abilities and does not rely on miracles to achieve success. He is focused on his goals, with his foot on the pedal and a love for "dope pedal." The lyrics take on a darker tone towards the end, with mentions of burying "big opps" and dancing with the devil while listening to Led Zeppelin. The artist declares that he will not settle for less and is willing to pop his enemies like corn in a kettle. He ends the song on a triumphant note, encouraging listeners to run up their own success and get out of the ghetto.
Line by Line Meaning
I keet up professional
I maintain a professional demeanor
Not from here im extraterrestrial
I'm not from this world
Cant talk much these boys be federal
I can't say too much because these guys are government agents
Try so hard jus to get on my level
They try really hard to be on my level, but they can't
Cant get on my level
They cannot reach my level of success
Just left Cali Im smoking medical
I just left California and I'm smoking medical marijuana
No I do not wait on miracles
I don't wait for something unlikely to happen
Foot on pedal
I'm moving fast
I love to dope pedal
I love to ride my bike fast
Bitch I love to dope pedal
I really love to ride my bike fast
Big opps bury them go get the shovel
I defeat my opponents and bury them
Burberry horns when I dance with the devil
I'm fashionable even when doing something bad
Fill em with Led Zeppelin thats the metal
I inspire and evoke strong emotions like the band Led Zeppelin
No I wont settle
I won't accept anything less than I deserve
Pop him like corn thats the kettle
I'll make them pop like popcorn in a kettle
Oh he's a jolly good fellow
I'm celebrating someone who has done something good
She got a surgery now its like Jello
She got plastic surgery and now she's soft and pliable
Im like Kurt Angel I want the gold medal
I'm like a champion wrestler, I always want to win the gold medal
I make her hit a falsetto
I make her sing very high notes
She want a ring that bitch like Carmelo
She wants an engagement ring like basketball player Carmelo Anthony's wife
Run it up get out the ghetto
Make more money and leave the poor neighborhood
Run it up get out the motherfucking ghetto
Make more money and leave the poor neighborhood, no matter what
Better better better
I'm getting better and better
Got my bread up now they fed up
I made more money and now people are jealous
Better better better
I'm still getting better and better
Got my bread up now they fed up
I made more money and now people are jealous
I keet up professional
I maintain a professional demeanor
Not from here im extraterrestrial
I'm not from this world
Cant talk much these boys be federal
I can't say too much because these guys are government agents
Try so hard jus to get on my level
They try really hard to be on my level, but they can't
Cant get on my level
They cannot reach my level of success
Just left Cali Im smoking medical
I just left California and I'm smoking medical marijuana
No I do not wait on miracles
I don't wait for something unlikely to happen
Foot on pedal
I'm moving fast
I love to dope pedal
I love to ride my bike fast
Bitch I love to dope pedal
I really love to ride my bike fast
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Written by: MykQuel McCoy
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