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Dream of Gold

slow temposultry jazz romancedark phonk 808 bass4:29

0:004:29

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Lyrics

Every word, written by AI.

(Verse 1)
I used to lose myself beneath the city lights,
In high-roller lounges through endless Vegas nights.
I thought the luxury, the penthouse and the view,
Were everything I wanted—until I met you.
The designer dresses hanging in the hall,
The free-flowing champagne—now means nothing at all.
I used to crave the flash, the noise, the fast-paced rush,
Now all I ever want is the magic in your touch.
(Chorus)
All the gold on the Strip is just painted brass,
And the brightest neon's just colored glass.
I don't care about the glam, I don't care about the fame,
My heart only beats when I call out your name—
Rone, Rone, you're my only prize,
Rone, Rone, looking in your eyes.
They can keep the jackpot, the whole glittering scene,
Wrapped up in your arms, Rone, is my favorite dream.
(Verse 2)
Front-row velvet seats at the biggest shows in town,
Driving down the Boulevard with the top pulled down.
I used to think that thrill was as good as life could get,
Placing all my dreams on a high-stakes bet.
Now the valet lights seem dim next to your eyes,
And those giant billboards are just empty skies.
Every diamond ring, every lavish midnight stay,
Fades into the background when you look my way, Rone.
(Chorus)
'Cause all the gold on the Strip is just painted brass,
And the brightest neon's just colored glass.
I don't care about the glam, I don't care about the fame,
My heart only beats when I call out your name—
Rone, Rone, you're my only prize,
Rone, Rone, looking in your eyes.
They can keep the jackpot, the whole glittering scene,
Wrapped up in your arms, Rone, is my favorite dream.
(Bridge)
Let the casino wheels turn and the slot machines ring,
Without you, Rone, all that wealth means nothing.
(Chant)
Rone! (Rone!)
My forever beat.
Rone! (Rone!)
Sweeter than the street.
I used to play the game just to feel a little alive,
Now loving you, Rone, is how I survive.
(Chorus)
All the gold on the Strip is just painted brass,
And the brightest neon's just colored glass.
I don't care about the glam, I don't care about the fame,
My heart only beats when I call out your name—
Rone, Rone, you're my only prize,
Rone, Rone, looking in your eyes.
They can keep the jackpot, the whole glittering scene,
Wrapped up in your arms, Rone, is my favorite dream.
(Outro)
Yeah, the glitter's gone, but my heart is full and true...
Rone... Rone... my big daddy, I love you.
(Rone... Rone... forever you.)

About this track

How this trap song was made.

“Dream of Gold” is an AI-generated Trap song with vocals, 4:29 long. It was created in Octa from one short text description: the lyrics, melody, vocal performance, arrangement and mix were all generated from that idea, then published by @ronegilbert620 to the Octa community in August 2026.

Listen for the 808 sliding between notes under the kick and the hi-hats rolling in triplets; the melody stays sparse so the low end can carry the song. The lyrics on this page are the exact words the AI wrote and sang for this track.

The prompt behind it

“slow tempo, sultry jazz romance, dark phonk 808 bass, drift soft trap rhythm, smoky saxophone solo, warm rhodes piano, smooth intimate vocals, late night atmospheric, 96 bpm, D# minor, Relaxing, Melancholic, Dark, Synth, Drums, Piano, Bass”