Beyonce – PURE/HONEY. Lyrics & Meaning

Beyonce – PURE/HONEY: An Anthem for Unapologetic Self-Celebration

Ever have one of those days where you’re just not feeling it? You’re getting ready to go out, staring at your reflection, and that inner critic is just a little too loud. You need something to shake you out of it, a jolt of pure, unfiltered confidence to remind you who you are. We’ve all been there, searching for that perfect song to flip the switch in our brains from “meh” to magnificent.

Well, what if I told you that the perfect sonic confidence booster already exists? It’s a two-part masterpiece that takes you on a journey from the ballroom floor to the bedroom, celebrating every single facet of your power. Let’s dive deep into the world of Beyonce’s “PURE/HONEY,” because this track is way more than just a dance hit—it’s a masterclass in self-love and radical acceptance.

The Unfiltered Confidence of ‘PURE’ in Beyonce’s PURE/HONEY

The track kicks off, and right away, it’s confrontational. It doesn’t ease you in; it throws you right into the deep end with a word that’s been historically used to diminish women. But this is Beyonce’s world, and here, words are reclaimed and redefined.

Reclaiming a Word, Reclaiming Power

The song opens with a chant, a bold, unapologetic repetition:

Cunt (Cunt to the feminine, what)
Cunt (Cunt to the feminine)
Cunty (Cunt to the feminine, what)

Hearing it over and over, set to a pulsating ballroom beat, is jarring at first. But that’s the point. She’s stripping the word of its venom. It’s no longer an insult; it’s an assertion of divine feminine power, of being so in tune with your essence that you’re untouchable. It’s a bold statement that says, “You can’t use this against me, because I own it.” This is her “technique”—turning what was meant for harm into a shield of empowerment.

You Can Be Both: The Bad Bitch and The Money Bitch

As the beat builds, she lays down the rules of this new world. It’s a space of total inclusivity and freedom, where you don’t have to fit into a neat little box. You can be fierce, and you can be financially savvy. You don’t have to choose.

Bad bitches to the left
Money bitches to the right
You can be both, meet in the middle, dance all night

This is such a powerful message. Society often tries to pit different types of women against each other, but Bey says forget that. Embrace your complexity. Be the life of the party and the one who runs the board meeting. Her “technique” isn’t just a dance move; it’s the effortless way she embodies this duality. It’s the “bisous” on both cheeks—a little bit of sass, a little bit of class. It’s the sheer audacity of looking amazing and making it seem easy, because that confidence comes from within.

It should cost a billion to look this good (Oh, yeah)
But she make it look easy ’cause she got it (Check my technique)

Lyrics: "PURE/HONEY" by Beyonce

[“PURE”]

Cunt (Cunt to the feminine, what)
Cunt (Cunt to the feminine)
Cunty (Cunt to the feminine, what)
Cunty (Cunt to the feminine, what)
Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Feminine to pussy cunt, feminine to pussy, what
(Cunty, cunty, cunty) Uh, uh, check my technique
(Cunty, cunty, cunty) Uh, uh, come and feel my technique (Prr, prr)
(Cunty, cunty, cunty) Uh, uh, you wanna feel my technique?
(Cunty, cunty, cunty) Uh, uh, it’s pure

Bad bitches to the left
Money bitches to the right
You can be both, meet in the middle, dance all night
Take it all off or just a little if you like, it’s pure (Uh)
It should cost a billion to look this good (Oh, yeah)
But she make it look easy ’cause she got it (Check my technique)
You can find the one when the tempo good (Wanna touch my technique)
Four, three, too fucking busy
That’s my technique
That’s my, that’s my, that’s my technique
Bad bitch, bisous
Right then left cheek, mwah
Ideas, my dear, that’s my technique, uh
Pretty girls to the floor

Get your money, money, cunty, hunty
Don’t be funny with my money, honey
Don’t my girls look so yummy, yummy?
All the boys want my honey from me
It should cost a billion to look that good
But she make it look easy ’cause she got it
You can find the one when the tempo’s good
Four, three, I’m too fucking busy

Check my technique
I see you, you, too
Coming for my technique, uh
Bossy bitch, bisous
Right then left cheek, mwah
Future, renaissance
Study my technique, uh
All the pretty boys to the floor

Uh, get your money, money, money, money
Don’t be funny with my money, honey
Don’t my girls look so yummy, yummy?
All ’em boys want my honey from me
Bad bitches to the left
Money bitches to the right
You can be both, meet in the middle, dance all night
Take it all off or just a little if you like, earlier than that
It should cost a billion to look this—

[“HONEY”]

I see you want it and you’re coming for me
Don’t be funny with my money, honey
All my girls look so yummy, yummy
And all the boys want my honey from me

The devil’s on my shoulder (It’s taboo as you want it)
Nasty is my guilty pleasure (Nasty, nasty girl)
If you give this ass a squeeze (Give that ass a squeeze, baby)
It’s pretty how I’ll give you pleasure (Pretty, pretty hell)

Once you get me piped up, baby, I won’t stop
Uh, I won’t stop ’til you say you had enough
Ride it like a rodeo when I’m on top, uh, uh

I’ll get you stuck (Stuck), stuck in my love (Stuck in my love)
Stuck in my honey
Honey, honey, hon’
I’ll put the sweet (Sweet), sweet on your tongue (Sweet on your tongue)
Don’t it taste yummy? (Yummy)
Yummy, yummy, yum
Now stick it thick (Thick), honey and gold (Honey and gold)
Drip it all on me, yeah
Honey, honey, hon’
I’ll put the sweet (Sweet), sweet on your tongue (Sweet on your tongue)
Don’t it taste yummy? (Yummy)
Yummy, yummy, yum

Ooh, yeah, yeah (Yummy, yummy, yum)
Ooh, yeah, yeah (Yummy, yummy, yum)

You know it’s Friday night and I’m ready to drive
Throw me them keys, baby, let’s go
(It’s Friday night and I’m ready to drive)
(Throw me them keys, baby, let’s go)
We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas
World’s at war, low on cash
(We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas)
(World’s at war, low on cash)
I ain’t never felt a feeling like this
You’ve been in love, but not like this
Sweet, honey, sin, taste it on your lips
Up and down on it, light switch, click

Honey, Miss Honey
Miss Honey, Miss Honey
Honey, honey, hon’
Miss Honey, Miss Honey
Miss Honey, Miss Honey

The Sweet, Seductive Shift to ‘HONEY’

And then, just as you’re feeling on top of the world, voguing in front of your mirror, the entire mood shifts. The aggressive, angular synths of “PURE” melt away, replaced by a smooth, warm, and utterly sensual groove. Welcome to “HONEY.” If “PURE” was the public declaration of power, “HONEY” is the private, intimate celebration of desire and pleasure.

The transition is flawless. It’s like watching a queen take off her crown and armor at the end of the day, revealing the soft, warm person underneath without losing an ounce of her power. The confidence is still there, but now it’s a quiet, magnetic pull rather than a defiant shout.

A Sticky, Golden Metaphor for Desire

The lyrics in this second half are dripping with sweetness and sin. “Honey” becomes this incredible metaphor for her allure, her love, and her sexuality. It’s something precious, delicious, and completely intoxicating.

I’ll get you stuck (Stuck), stuck in my love (Stuck in my love)
Stuck in my honey
Honey, honey, hon’

She’s not just a passive object of desire; she’s in complete control of the pleasure she gives and receives. Lines like “Nasty is my guilty pleasure” and “It’s pretty how I’ll give you pleasure” show a woman who is fully aware of her sensuality and enjoys it without shame. It’s a beautiful, mature depiction of sexuality that feels both powerful and playful. This isn’t just about physical attraction; it’s about a deep, sticky, golden connection that you can’t escape.

The Ultimate Message: Embracing Your Own Duality

So, what’s the big takeaway from “PURE/HONEY”? It’s that you don’t have to be just one thing. This song is a permission slip to be every version of yourself. You are allowed to be “PURE”: loud, ambitious, commanding, and fiercely protective of your energy and your money. You are also allowed to be “HONEY”: soft, sensual, loving, and vulnerable.

These two sides aren’t in conflict; they are complementary parts of a whole, incredible person. The song celebrates the woman who can walk into a room and own it, and then go home and be a tender, passionate partner. It’s about finding strength in your softness and grace in your power.

The ultimate positive message here is one of radical self-acceptance. Beyonce encourages us to embrace our complexity, to celebrate our ambitions, our desires, our bodies, and our minds. It’s a reminder that your worth isn’t defined by a single trait but by the beautiful, messy, wonderful combination of everything that makes you, you.

At the end of the day, “PURE/HONEY” is more than a song; it’s a feeling. It’s the soundtrack for celebrating your own unique “technique.” So, what are your thoughts? Does the song make you feel a different way? I’d love to hear how you interpret this incredible anthem!

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