blinkers, car noisez, all sampled in this instrumentalllll + its in use.

"is ur seatbelt on?" (PROD. TTP)

all me baby - if you want to lease beats hit me UP!!!

She (Cover)

SHE (COVER)

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Portraits Of Tracy - "The Party"

In newest Portraits Of Tracy single “The Party,” we find our protagonist Junie in a state of discontent - completely disillusioned with his new success and unable to allow himself happiness. Junie copes by retreating inward, reflecting on simpler times and fond memories of his first love. Nostalgic recollections trigger present insecurities however, as Junie inches further into self destruction… “The Party“ marks the latest chapter in the upcoming album Drive Home, out this summer!

The Party

The Party (Single)

Portraits Of Tracy - "The Afterparty"

At “The Afterparty” we find Junie in an empty and powerless state. Desperate to escape himself from the inner thoughts and insecurities that haunt him, Junie contemplates what it would be like to leave everything and everyone behind… 

While the track was initially conceptualized at home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Tracy actually recorded most of the final version at Church Studios in London. “The Afterparty” features live take recordings of Tracy playing piano, guitar, and drums on the song. 

Written by Tracy Amare
Produced by Tracy The Producer

Piano, Guitar, Drums, Synths, Programming, String Arrangement by Tracy Amare

Engineered by Chiara Ferracuti, Walter Hudson-Evans, & Balázs Altsach 
Recorded at Church Studios in London 
Mixed and Mastered by Tracy Amare

Cover Art by Tracy Amare

The Afterparty (Single)

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
I know you down
I know you down
I know you down
Yeah yeah
I know you down
I know you down
I know you down…

When you close your eyes at night babe
I know you think about me
When you with your girls and you stunt yeah
I know you dream about we

Honey we’d do it all, but we can’t find the words
Can I please start it real simple baby?
I’ll call you my girl

I know you’d want it in the morning babe
Wouldn’t be against it in the evening
Even when it's down to the wire babe
Girl you know I’m down...
I know you’d want it in the morning babe
Wouldn’t be against it in the evening
Even when it's down to the wire babe
Girl you know I’m down, and you’re the reason

God, I can’t choose
Is it me, is it you?
God, I can’t choose...
What the hell we gon’ do?
You’re my forbidden fruit
You’re my forbidden
You’re my forbidden
You’re my forbidden
You’re my forbidden fruit
You’re my forbidden
You’re my forbidden
You’re my forbidden... (yo, yo)

Aw shit, I never saw those late night texts becoming this
But I’m stupid, us cupids, keep sawed-offs in our back pockets
and everyday, we let em spray
Keep coming with complements
Man I left on Friday but now this shits like a sadder day... (fuck you, i’ll sue myself)
Do I need to chill? (tell me now)
Yeah...
I know it's love she’s looking for
She better not be playing now, bitch
We was on the highway doing 109
If she do not fucking love me, I will really grab that iron... please

I know you’d want it in the morning babe
Wouldn’t be against it in the evening
Even when it's down to the wire babe
Girl you know I’m down...
I know you’d want it in the morning babe
Wouldn’t be against it in the evening
Even when it's down to the wire babe
Girl you know I’m down...

But are we gonna cross that line?
I don’t feel you’re ready to cross that line
But are we gonna cross that line?
I don’t feel you’re ready to cross that line
I don’t feel you’re ready to cross that line

I know you down
I know you down
I know you down
Yeah yeah
I know you down
I know you down
I know you down…

Drive Home

Forbidden Fruit

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
On the mental, I thought I was lacking
I found all along that I’m really the captain
Bitch, I know what you’re saying

Is he playing…?
He pulling from the baseline, mentally he praying…
That’s just really his bipolar side talking...
How he talking all the shit but he ain’t walking?

But you gotta give him props
He fight his own battles
Feeling lost in the dark,
He never had a candle...
Feeling like some ground beef in a pack of cattle
Deep emotions, he kept in neath’ the mantle
Yet he able and stable
Your favorite fable...
Most niggas would’ve got up and then flipped the table

But no sir, not this one…
No give in!
Real nigga, big balls and some thick skin
Niggas claim they going hard
Oh you doing squats? 
My nigga please sit down, you just shitting

Main goal was to walk away with the game
Then I found myself
A loser with some dreams, mane
Step-pops told me, Nigga its a dream mane’...
Shitted on my heart, I thought about it night and day

It’s a piss in the wind! 
You need to give it up
They gon’ hear your shitty music and won’t give a fuck

I put my blood and my sweat and my tears,
Nigga I’d be damned, If I let you get up in my fears

Nigga imma tell you off, yeah straight from here
All you niggas talking shit listen loud and clear
Black boy been working too fucking long
For you bitches just to get up in his fucking ear

Millipede minds, why niggas y’all stay following?
Can you keep count of the nuts you’ve been swallowing?
Kissing hella ass, so emotions been bottling
First to admit it, I ain’t scared come and die with me

Nigga I’m a nasty bitch
You can’t fathom this, 18, legally you can hold the dick
Hold up pause, bring it back, cause
You would think I’m Richard Reid the way I’m tryna blow lil bitch

This in my soul lil bitch
I just go lil bitch
Got hater niggas
Setting up they rope and shit
You know, I don’t give a fuck please kick the chair
Here or there, nigga please anywhere
I’m on

Gone, build an empire nigga roam
Centurion bitch like I’m made of stone
Clone, nigga you can’t ever hold your own
Bitch tell me if I’m just wrong look to up the sky
Beacon, I’m the mother-fucking light
You looking at me funny cause you know a nigga really boutta rise
I can see the tears in your eyes
Hold me down nigga, just try, nigga just try

You ain’t got a plan laid out
Why you mad when I move now?
Gotta do my own thing
Bitch, badda boom badda bing
Dirty ghetto kid get Kareem


Why you can’t you see?
Just not for me (huh?)
This for the niggas that dream (wha?)
My fountain of youth, is just speaking to you
Can we breathe, nigga oh please
Nigga oh please

If you can’t see my vision, please stick with a day job
Backseat daytripper, noticing your heartthrob
Don’t stop, nigga keep going
Bury those dreams, so ya family don’t know it
Then you have a kid, eyes all sparkly and shit
Try to put it all on them
If you followed all this
They would say fuck that shit
Then they’d make you their bitch
Hoe, I live that shit

I looked up in the mirror, with a glare
Asked myself two questions
Am I here or over there?
Ain’t no telling where they’ll be when
All our stars are here
Feel the magic, see them tear up
They can only stare

I know some way
They say someday
We’ll all get it 
And we’ll soar high
I know some way
They say someday
We’ll all get it and they’ll all feel it
I know some way
They say someday
We’ll all get it 
And we’ll soar high

Someday

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
Somethings just never change,
Stuck in yesterday
Can you hear me okay? (I’m coming home)
It always was this way, tell me why now do you say (wait)

“Nothing ain’t new here baby...”
I know this ain’t the wrong part of town,
we just came here to lay low for a while
I’m recognizing familiar faces, I ain’t seen a single goddamn smile
Got me rambling batshit, Ema please slow down.
What’s next, honey how do we know...
You put it into 5th gear 5th gear,
you might lose it down that road...
I’ll admit it I was wrong,
second thoughts coming strong.
Leaving this was easy,
coming back it feels so wrong
I just know, I just know.

Somethings just never change,
stuck in yesterday (Drive Home)
can you hear me okay? (I’m coming home)
Leaving this was easy,
coming back it feels so wrong
I just know, I just know.

Somethings just never change,
stuck in yesterday
can you hear me okay? (I’m coming home)
It always was this way, tell me why now do you say (wait)

W. McKinley

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know yo ass been waiting for a long long time
Lets go, lets go
Lets go, lets go
We driving slow, lets pump it up to 99...

Going ghost, hope the walls never find
Our rapid minds, just pretend, cause its closing in
See it all, take a lift
Hold on hold on hold on while we drift

We yearn, we yearn
we yearn, we yearn
For a black hole, wash it all away

Screamed it all
Screamed it all too much
Straight jacket
Straight jacket
For today

Make me sane
Can I see it through their eyes yet again?
No I can’t frame...
No light and no range
Stray, runaway,
Not a high, yet again

Oh we all fell out
Yeah we all screamed
Hopped in your backseat, backseat, backseat
I wish all was a dream
I’m not a masochist
I’m not a masochist oh

Felt so alive, so alive that it felt unfair
It was something (we’d go home)
It was one thing
Turned to nothing (I don’t wanna go)
Turned to nothing…

I don’t wanna go (baby)
I don’t wanna go (baby)
I don’t wanna go (baby)
I don’t wanna go (baby)

Ema: I guess you could say that things went a little left…

Home

Written by Tracy Amare
Produced by Portraits Of Tracy

Piano, Guitar, Drums, Synths, Programming, String Arrangement by Portraits Of Tracy

Engineered by Chiara Ferracuti, Walter Hudson-Evans, & Balázs Altsach
Recorded at Church Studios in London
Mixed and Mastered by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
Ema: One hour after Junie’s episode,
I noticed he had a really fucked up mood.
But it was only 11pm so I thought nothing of it,
looking back... nevermind

Goodbye, to a love once dared
Guns up to my head, one trigger pull he’s dead
These closed eyes have seen too much
I pack my bags to go out on a crutch

Goodbye, everyone I’ll leave
Please nobody see, the tears keep rolling
I never could be...
Oh, I never could be

Goodbye, mama you could never see
What was between those sheets
It’s never been silk for me…

So why am I here?
So why am I here?

Too late, and baby I’ve got to go
I’m stuck in this rabbit hole
I’m falling infinite

Mama I don’t wanna die
But when I do, I know I'm gonna fry...

The Afterparty

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Drunk*

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
As I made the mistake of slipping into a youthful mindset
Everyone else around me felt dull
The values instilled in me withered away, piece by piece as my dreams bloomed
And at first, it felt good as I ran away from it all
But honestly, now it haunts me
The rose that once had beauty is now beginning to wither away

Junie
Junie

You’d always come to the party
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You’d always come to the party
I will not beg you please

What should I do
I'm lost with no clue
Stuck in the crowd (ah)
But, It's not with you
You brought me here (uh)
You made me feel
Good to be real
Through blues to teals
Greener as I go
You would never know
I hit my highs and
Sometimes I won’t
Well under-true
I’m guessing you’ll
Forever who?
I’m just not, not for you
(You)

Well I’ll just
I’ll stick with the crowd for now

You’d always come to the party
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You’d always come to the party
I will not beg you please

It been the same damn feeling
for the past 12 months
Thought I could run from it
Oops, Yeah
I was wrong as fuck
Bird ceilings, hella wraiths
Just to mask up all the pain
Who knew that the same thang
That made me bang
Would make me wanna
lay up in my grave
Extra early, my B
Shit too gritty and I keep it buck fifty

Man you never know who gon’ really switching
Sides, they cut so many ties in the night
But I’m not holy, nor wrong nor right
And everyone told me, about fight or flight
Yet I still just freeze, doing nothing ain't nice
Am I right? I rewind
To the high, no weed
I was only 17, No ID
Idols in the CDs
and mp3s
Nobody was with me
123, man my mind ain't never kick out
Bitch I’m not free, oh please

Ema: As Junie heard that crowd cheer
I think apart of him knew that no-one really listened
So it made him turn to a thing that only he thought listened

Junie: Man, now lets go get fucked up

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
You will know the truth
Betta' believe it
And if you think I'm here to play around with y'all
Goddammit I'm not (Goddammit I'm not)

Let a nigga talk his shit
Don't give a fuck about ya' twitter fingers
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
I'm a cotton picker

It really must offend you bitches
I can tell, I can tell
How you on my dick

I can already hear the comments
Niggas looking at me, strange faces, so astonished
Bad taste, like whites up in blackface
They liked to claim, but why the crowd insane?

One-nine-nine-nine, they were never here
Nigga climbed so high, they forever fear
Unrealistic goals, never did believe
Told 'em suck the chode, now it's just me

Power-tripping on this goddamn stage
If yo' feelings fucked up, bitch, I hope it stay
If you got a fucking problem, just say
En Garde got 'em screaming, ain't no fucking way

En Garde, En Garde
En Garde (uh, yeah)
En Garde

Fuck it, let the beat build
Niggas in the crowd getting ill
To this sound, that I found
When I could just barely feel
Meet an army of me, you claiming this shit ain't real
And I'm back in town fucker, this time I just came to kill

Ah, bitch, it's getting too real now
Airplane might crash
But my home might want it that way
Motherfucker run, I'm stepping on the gas

Now they all wanna' apologize
Don't assume that this nigga ever sympathize
Want me one step closer with a weak mind?
Bitch I'm two steps closer leaving y'all behind
But three steps closer?
Nigga, you don't wanna know
That's when the shawty's get involved
Kicking down doors
Now I'm kicking down flows
Still myself hoe

En Garde, En Garde
Hop up off my nuts, woah
Yeah
Hop up off my nuts, woah
Yeah, Yeah

It's kinda crazy, ain't it?
It's kinda crazy, ain't it?
Uh, let me say one thang

Yeah
Let me talk my shit

En Garde, En Garde
En Garde, En Garde

En Garde

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
Just look how you caught me
Seen me back in high school
Emotions, stress, haunted
Crowd jumping now
This motherfucker so daunting

Crown me king, when I did my own thing
Niggas couldn’t really see
Lens blurry, now the mink hella furry
Nigga now touring, man the world better hurry
Kept it in the bag, like I was sponsored by Ziploc
Niggas faint and cry, got em screaming, yeah that shits hot

J U N motherfucking I E,
I’m a household name, no Johnson or SC
No niggas to back me, he popping like acne
Stage diving up in Sweden
Shoutout to my nigga Stiggy!

Shit getting corny, no wonder you can’t geek to em
Got em taking cds back, no case and no receipt to em
1989, I arrived bringing heat to em
Look into my eyes as I rise off the sheet music

If you could run would you do it now?
Could it be done? Would you prove em’ wrong?
Silence the screams, I know you ask, but how?
Oh do your thing, you know they’ll figure out


And that's what she told me (and yes I took it)
Man no one could hold me (I left them shook up, shook up, shook up)
I thought I left them all behind

It took a little while to realize never is forever
Unless you doing time, that is
Man look at how the mother-fucking crime rate is
Niggas like me grew up really thievin’ and shit
Yessiree

I associate myself with the group
Desperate, young and dumb, black boy
Point to prove, never thought, aimed and shoot
Nappy hair, new suit
Got the motherfucking cops looking like
Who is you?


Profile, profile
That's really how they get ya
Stress going so high
I almost rolled a swisha
Don’t really care
If you light, or fucking dark-skinned
All my niggas is my niggas
Fuck it now lets rock with it

Profile, profile
That's really how they get ya
Stress going so high
I almost rolled a swisha
Don’t really care
If you light, or fucking dark-skinned
All my niggas is my niggas
Fuck it now lets rock with it

Forever is never, forever is never
Forever is never, forever is 
I think all my niggas is my niggas,
Can we rock with it?

Forever, Forever
Forever, Forever
Forever, Forever
Forever, Forever
Forever
Forever me
I know you left them all behind

Well bitch just keep it real now (real, real, real)
Well bitch just keep it real now (oh, real)
Well bitch just keep it real now (woo)

I know you left them all behind
I know you left them all behind
I know you left them all behind
I know you left them all behind
I thought you left them all behind (oh),
I thought you left them all behind
I thought you left them all behind (I thought that you left),

I thought you left them all behind (oh)
I thought you left them all behind
I thought you left them all behind
I thought you left them all behind
I thought you left them all behind

Ema: Allow me to introduce myself

My name’s Ema and I was Junie’s companion throughout this whole shit show
It’s only fair that I welcome you
To Drive Home

Aeternum

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy.

Lyrics:
Out of all the times, I found my mind
Then I went back and wasted my time
You knew I'd get lost

Wondering how, did we get out?
When they screamed I wanted in that crowd
I knew I got lost

Lost
Lost

Little white lies
Gave a false cloud nine
I don't need your god
I guess I lost my mind

Oh look, I been lost
Oh, yeah
Lost

Lost!

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be
Our open palms staying closed today
And in my mind, I really thought you would see
But honestly, I think we need to leave

Or maybe we should watch this movie
Look it reminded me of me and you
I know you’re thinking I’m really trying to get up in your head

And in my mind I keep replaying parts
Like when he held her close, right in the park
They had a rocky road, but Dennis kept it real from the start

Oh you know
I never meant to throw it all your way
I made a judgement based on signs, I think
I’m really losing my mind
Oh you know
I still remember the look on your face
And baby when you go your separate way
I think I’ll be just fine

Oh
Cause I’m found (I’m found...)
I’m found (I’m found...)
Lost for a minute
Tell me what compares to this
I was lost for a minute
I was lost for a minute

You know I’ll think about you time to time.
I feel I’m moving fast, not in my mind
Just call me stupid, and I’ll open my eyes
I think it’s kinda funny how I feel
So happy I could die, I’ll keep it real
Oh, I can’t help but be a little unsure

Oh you know
I never meant to throw it all your way
I made a judgement based on signs, but hey
I’m really losing my mind
Oh you know
I still remember the look on your face
And baby when you go your separate way
I think I’ll be just fine

Oh...
Yeah!
Lost for a minute
Tell me what compares to this
I was lost for a minute
I was lost for a minute
Lost for a minute
Tell me what compares to this
I was lost for a minute
I was lost for a minute

Oh you know
I think this train is really rolling on
We better hop on cause it won’t be long
Girl you don’t know
how much I just want to leave it all behind

Just like a kid on Christmas Eve
I packed my clothes, please can we leave?
Oh this place, oh I swear it drives me crazy
and I’ve been saying it

Oh you know
I think I’m finally moving on my way
I made a judgement based on signs, but hey
I’m kinda losing my mind
Oh you know
I still remember the look on your face
and baby when you go your separate way
I think I’ll be just fine

I think I’m finally moving on my way
I made a judgement based on signs, but hey
I’m kinda losing my mind
I still remember the look on your face
and baby when you go your separate way
I think I’ll be just fine

Found!

Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
My open hands become closed again
I’m calling you, oh for an answer
My goodbye messages sent to a phone

Oh nothing matters to me anyways
Trying to ignore it all and see today
Oh fuck, I can’t tell if I can hold on

Someway, Somehow
Someway, Somehow
Someway, Somehow
Someway...

The silk that would just coat my world view
It’s a melting down, oh baby I can’t tell you
Oh how I feel, how I feel, how I feel

To just awake me from this bad dream
I’ll give myself away to maybe fix this scene
Toll was due but why did they choose you?

This feeling, I’m feeling
Why can’t I accept it?
My tears they, won’t let me
Bury you, leave you in today
For Ema

The end of the road
I spent a long time parading
The wrong time, to say it
To you

And you’ve been my friend
Holding your face so dearly
I closed my eyes, walking right in the street

Nothing matters to me
I’m ready to go
I’ve swallowed all of my pills
To finally get the feeling of being all alone
I’m fading away, when you find me
Know that finally I am at peace
Nothing matters to me

To me
Oh, nothing matters at all
Nothing, nothing
Nothing matters to me

Graceland

Portraits Of Tracy - "Drunk"

"in Drunk, Junie gets... drunk and spills even more about every thing to his peers. HE REALIZES WHERE HIS TRAUMA STEMS FROM. F A M I L Y. This realization takes a load off of him and he mentally asks himself "why drift back?"

Written by Tracy Amare
Produced by Tracy The Producer

Piano, Guitar, Drums, Synths, Programming, String Arrangement by Tracy The Producer

Cover Art by Tracy Amare

Drunk (Single)

Kid Charlemagne (One Take Cover W Backing)

Welcome To The Zone & Doors & Clifford Benard - Sicko Mode (Interlude)

Mr. Rockefeller (Cover)

Gucci Pt 1 & Pt 2

ALL MY LIFE (PORTRAITS OF TRACY COVER)

Tracy's LOVE THEME (estrogen anthem)

RANDOM EVERLONG COVER

i got bored and did a cover of nemesis

"they call me edgar allan poe, cause i got edgar allan hoes" - aero austaire (2023 colorized 4k ultra HD 60 FPS)

i love asobi seksu

Thursday (Cover)

i got bored and did a cover of thursday

Out Of My Mind (Estrogen Version)

the death instrumental... remade by urs truly! :3

kendrick lamar - meet the grahams (instrumental)

THANK YOU INSTRUMENTAL

EARFQUAKE IN THE 80s (no effects)

EARFQUAKE IN THE 80s (INSTRUMENTAL)

"KEEP YA EYES OPEN" (PROD. TTP)

exactly what you run from you end up chasing...

EARFQUAKE (NEPTUNES REMIX)

The Misadvice Of Junie (Special)

DEFECTUM VITAE (prod. ttp)

IMPERIUM (prod. ttp)

Portraits Of Tracy is the artist project of Tracy Amare - an 19 year old self-taught producer and multi-instrumentalist from Baton Rouge, Louisiana who developed a sizable audience on youtube doing elaborate beat remake videos of her major influences, including Tyler, the Creator, Kanye West, Madlib, Steve Lacy, etc.

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