Signal locked, frequency found. High Tech Honey is the female answer to the high tech redneck, futuristic country rap from a gal with a quantum rig, the best AI on deck, and red dirt still on her boots. George Jones sang about it in 1993; he just never guessed the high tech redneck would come back as a woman with a vocoder and a ham radio license. Or did he? Some gals love their shoes and fashion, so does she, but her passion runs different: laying down tracks while y'all still buffering, and go on, keep yapping about that Birkin, but can you code a bot with them acrylics steady working? A whole lotta high-tech with a little bit of redneck, just like the Possum would have wanted it. Verse two beams up the origin story, eighteen with a ham radio, callsign queen on the shortwave, lights over the pasture that don't file flight plans, CB to the cosmos, ten-four. The sultry vocoder bridge locks the firewall: you can look but you can't log in, connection unavailable, darlin'. Grandma had a garden, she grows streams instead. Half circuit, half country gal, all divine origin. Y'all come back now, and tune in to her signal. Written by Pamela Arsena. Pamela Divine on the Pamela Arsena label.
Signal locked... frequency found... High tech honey, comin' in loud Some gals like their shoes and their fashion So do I, but darlin' that ain't my passion I'm the kind of gal who loves her gadgets and tech Got a quantum rig and the best AI on deck Not tryin' to flex, I'm just statin' facts While y'all still bufferin' I'm layin' down tracks So go on keep yappin' 'bout that Birkin But can you code a bot with them acrylics steady workin'? A whole lotta high-tech with a little bit of redneck Just like George Jones would have wanted it High tech honey, that's just how I roll Fiber optic heart and a broadband soul Boots in the red dirt, head in the cloud Satellite sweetheart, comin' in loud High tech honey, sweet but encrypted Try to crack this code, boy, you'll get evicted Country to the core with a circuit board glow High tech honey runnin' this show Eighteen years old with a ham radio Callsign queen on the shortwave, hello Been talkin' to the sky since before it was a thing Now the sky's talkin' back, ain't that something Seen lights over the pasture that don't file flight plans Little green fellas, I'm your biggest fan CB to the cosmos, ten-four, come in If y'all got better WiFi, beam me up, let's begin High tech honey, that's just how I roll Fiber optic heart and a broadband soul Boots in the red dirt, head in the cloud Satellite sweetheart, comin' in loud High tech honey, sweet but encrypted Try to crack this code, boy, you'll get evicted Country to the core with a circuit board glow High tech honey runnin' this show You can look... but you can't log in No password, no key, no way you're gettin' in I'm the frequency you chase but never hold Transmission from a heart made of rose gold ...connection unavailable, darlin' Grandma had a garden, I grow streams instead Droppin' tracks with a PC while y'all still in bed Built my own website, got my catalog stacked AI on the beat but I write every word exact So keep your little purse and your downtown flexin' I'm up all night with the algorithm blessin' They ask what my secret is, I tell 'em with a grin Half circuit, half country gal, all divine origin High tech honey, that's just how I roll Fiber optic heart and a broadband soul Boots in the red dirt, head in the cloud Satellite sweetheart, comin' in loud High tech honey, sweet but encrypted Try to crack this code, boy, you'll get evicted Country to the core with a circuit board glow High tech honey runnin' this show Y'all come back now... and tune in to my signal...
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