Monogram Dreams
v4
@Kevin Vacacela
Monogram Dreams
v4
@Kevin Vacacela
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tag on the tongue
Still creased from the box
Mirror on the door
I’m talkin’ to my socks
You said I’d change once the bags got bought
But I still lose sleep
Same old thoughts
Late night flex in the elevator glass
Gold card burnin’ like a short‑lived match
Picture you laughing in a thrift store tee
Now it’s velvet ropes where you used to be
[Chorus]
All of these monogram dreams
Don’t fit right
They don’t fit me
I got the print
Got the price
Got the sheen
But it don’t feel rich if you’re not with me
Yeah
All of these monogram dreams
Fold up fast at the seams
I’m drippin’ in runway things
Still broke where it counts
It seems (oh)
[Verse 2]
Receipt on the dash
Name spelled in black
Posted that pic
But you ain’t like back
Walk through the lobby with a keycard swing
But the penthouse echo doesn’t say a thing
Your note’s still tucked in my old blue jeans
Right next to lint and a movie ticket green
You wanted Sundays
Coffee in a chipped‑up cup
I bought the world
But I can’t buy us
[Chorus]
All of these monogram dreams
Don’t fit right
They don’t fit me
I got the print
Got the price
Got the sheen
But it don’t feel rich if you’re not with me
Yeah
All of these monogram dreams
Fold up fast at the seams
I’m drippin’ in runway things
Still broke where it counts
It seems (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Tell me
Would you take my hand
If it was just plain cotton
Not this branded land?
If I dropped these bags right here on the floor
Would you meet me like before? (before)
[Chorus]
All of these monogram dreams
Don’t fit right
They don’t fit me
I got the print
Got the price
Got the sheen
But it don’t feel rich if you’re not with me
Yeah
All of these monogram dreams
Fade out
Turn into steam
I’m dressed up in luxury scenes
Still chasing the love I need
Tag on the tongue
Still creased from the box
Mirror on the door
I’m talkin’ to my socks
You said I’d change once the bags got bought
But I still lose sleep
Same old thoughts
Late night flex in the elevator glass
Gold card burnin’ like a short‑lived match
Picture you laughing in a thrift store tee
Now it’s velvet ropes where you used to be
[Chorus]
All of these monogram dreams
Don’t fit right
They don’t fit me
I got the print
Got the price
Got the sheen
But it don’t feel rich if you’re not with me
Yeah
All of these monogram dreams
Fold up fast at the seams
I’m drippin’ in runway things
Still broke where it counts
It seems (oh)
[Verse 2]
Receipt on the dash
Name spelled in black
Posted that pic
But you ain’t like back
Walk through the lobby with a keycard swing
But the penthouse echo doesn’t say a thing
Your note’s still tucked in my old blue jeans
Right next to lint and a movie ticket green
You wanted Sundays
Coffee in a chipped‑up cup
I bought the world
But I can’t buy us
[Chorus]
All of these monogram dreams
Don’t fit right
They don’t fit me
I got the print
Got the price
Got the sheen
But it don’t feel rich if you’re not with me
Yeah
All of these monogram dreams
Fold up fast at the seams
I’m drippin’ in runway things
Still broke where it counts
It seems (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Tell me
Would you take my hand
If it was just plain cotton
Not this branded land?
If I dropped these bags right here on the floor
Would you meet me like before? (before)
[Chorus]
All of these monogram dreams
Don’t fit right
They don’t fit me
I got the print
Got the price
Got the sheen
But it don’t feel rich if you’re not with me
Yeah
All of these monogram dreams
Fade out
Turn into steam
I’m dressed up in luxury scenes
Still chasing the love I need
Style of Music
Sleek trap-pop crossover, midtempo bounce with 808 bass and crisp hi-hats. Clean plucky synths in the verses, filtered pads, and intimate male vocals up close. Chorus widens with stacked harmonies and bright bell hooks, then drops back to a minimal groove for the bridge before a final, lifted hook reprise.
