Written, produced, engineered, composed and performed by Portraits Of Tracy.
Featuring additional vocals & production (in skits) from: 
Gracious The Healer, Aero Austaire, Jay, Nostalgia Junkie, EB, Stiggy James & Toni Montez.

Dedicated to Isaiah "Salem" Kindle ❤️
⭐️THANK YOU GRACE, NOSTALGIA JUNKIE, JAY, TONI & AERO AUSTAIRE!⭐️

Drive Home

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

Vocal Actors: 
Ema - Grace Fern Lee (Gracious The Healer)
Amari - Zachary Williams (Nostalgia Junkie)

Lyrics:
*Ema storms off into the house while sobbing*

Junie: Ema, wait… I didn’t mean it… for it to be taken in that…
Marie: Junie I know I raised you better than that, what is wrong with you?!

Amari: Man, what the fuck you mean what’s wrong with him?
That bitch just too fucking sensitive nigga
Marie: Amari, who are you cursing at?
Amari: I ain’t fucking cursing at 

*Marie slaps Amari*
*Partygoers gasp & start to murmur*

Marie: I can’t even believe your ass would even think to speak to me like that!
Junie: Ma...
Marie: Did you forget who i am?... Huh?!
Junie: Ma
Marie: When it was you who was in Foster Care who got you out?!
Amari: You ain’t have to lay your hands like that though
Junie: Ma, just go inside. Ma...
Marie: Amari
Amari: For real, you ain’t have to do none of that shit
Junie: Ma
Marie: Amari, I don’t want to embarrass you even more...
Amari: Embarrass me then
Junie: Ma...
Marie: Okay...
Junie: Please ma, let’s go inside, ma
Marie: Okay, I told you to stay in your fucking place!

*Amari hits Marie*
Junie: AMARI WHAT THE FUCK?! 

*Amari gets hit by Junie*
*Partygoers begin to leave*

Junie: Wait, wait... Ma! Ma!
Fuck *sigh*
Amari: ... I should’ve known 5 shots wouldn’t have done it
Junie: What?...
Amari: You heard me, bitch

*Junie wakes up in his room*

Ema: Well thank god. You’re awake...

Junie: Ema... oh god, I gotta tell you this wild ass dream I…
Ema: Dream?! That was no dream Junie.

Junie: Then wait... What the hell did I do?
Ema: Junie, I can’t even...

Junie: Can you please just tell me. I don’t…
Ema: Junie, I don’t want you to be thinking about all…
Junie: Can you- *sigh*

Ema: ...be thinking about
Junie: CAN YOU JUST FUCKING TELL ME?
Fuck...
Look, I'm sorry... its- just I can’t...
I don’t know. This place it

Ema: I know what you mean, I hope this isn’t you... but If it makes you feel any better,
Amari left after... Y’know...

Junie: What about mom?
Ema: She left... But, I’m kinda worried about her cause she hasn’t been picking up any of my calls.
Junie: *Sigh*... Look.

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…

Forbidden Fruit

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

Vocal Actors: 
Ema - Grace Fern Lee (Gracious The Healer)
Amari - Zachary Williams (Nostalgia Junkie)

Background Track -  Unreleased Instrumental (Anthoni Price / Toni Montez)

Lyrics:
Marie: Okay y’all! Let’s get these tables set up in the backyard!
Amari: *Lip smack* man...
Junie: Nigga what you doing? Come on bruh, that ps2 ain’t going nowhere. 

*Junie’s Room Door Opens As Amari Exits*

Junie: Hey Em! we gotta help mom outside
Ema: So she’s my mom now?

Junie: I didn’t mean it like that
Ema: I know, I’m just kidding... (Junie chuckles)

Oh and those sheets, way too comfortable...
You’re lucky your mom has us busy... (Ema Exits)
Junie: What in the fuck?... Holy shit! Uh…

Marie: JUNIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Junie: Sorry mom!

*Junie runs outside, then pulls out piano bench*

Junie: Okay... This song goes out to a special someone.
Marie: What?

Signals

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
Vocal Actors: Ema - Grace Fern Lee (Gracious The Healer)
Vocal Actors: Amari - Zachary Williams (Nostalgia Junkie)

Lyrics:
Junie: *Sigh*
*Knocking on door*
Junie: I can’t believe I’m doing this shit
Marie: Girl, who busted ass Nissan outside my house? (distantly)
Marie: Ah! Belaine!
Junie: Hey mom
Marie: You know I miss you boy, come here and give your momma a hug!

Junie: Okay uh
Ema: Hi, Ms. Morris!

Marie: Hey baby! I don’t- I don’t think I really know you...
Junie: Im- I’m sorry that I didn’t come around sooner, it was a whole bunch of shit that went down
Marie: Mm hm, mm hm, yeah yeah yeah yeah... who in the hell is that lady?

Junie: That’s just my roadie, Ema... we know each other from
Marie: Y’all be fucking?

Junie: *lip smack* Mom... no!
Marie: Hey hey... hey I’m just asking, okay don’t fret.
Junie: *Sigh* Okay.
Marie: So how long you gon’ down here superstar?
Junie: Uh, I’m not so sure. A whole bunch of shit happened
Marie: What happened?
Junie: I’ll explain it to you tomorrow... I- I’m fucking pooped
Marie: *Sigh* Welp, y’all two come on in!
*Junie and Ema enter Marie’s House*
Marie: Sorry for the loud ass noise with the kids and shit...
Junie: I see the stairs never lost those loud ass fucking creaks!
Marie: Boy, now you know this house old as shit... (Ema giggles)
Okay, but here’s y’all’s room!... same as you left it baby
Junie: Thanks, ma
Ema: Thank you Ms. Morris
Marie: No problem y’all. But I do have two rules though…
One, do not, I repeat DO NOT TOUCH MY CORN STARCH...
Two, if you got some weed, share it please... 
*Junie & Ema start to giggle*
Okay y’all, if y’all need me I’m in the living room.

*Glass shatters from downstairs*

Marie: Now I know goddamn well that wasn’t my damn table!
Junie: Yep! That’s my mom
Ema: It’s actually unbelievable how much you two are alike
Junie: Yeah... if you like me you’ll definitely love her
Ema: Okay I guess...
Marie: I forgot to tell y’all, but later on today we’re having a little family cookout...
And I could definitely use y’all’s help
Like Junie you could DJ for em’ or play a like a song
Junie: Okay!
Marie: ... You know uh, and Ema you could help with the tables, you know?
Ema: Okay, I’m down
Marie: That’s all I wanted to say y’all!
I can’t believe I gotta watch these badass fucking kids

*Junie’s Room Door Closes*

Junie: I don’t know how I’m gonna tell my mom what the fuck happened last night
Ema: Junie, you know you have to...
Junie: Yeah I know, shit shit shit... So how do you like my room?
Ema: It’s chill, but it feels stale
Junie: You know I haven’t been I haven’t been in this room for about a decade
right?
Ema: Fair... wait. Is that a Bitte Orca CD?
Junie: Yeah, why?
Ema: Jesus... you’re weirder than me! (Junie laughs)

*Junie’s Room Door Opens*

Junie: Oh shit
Amari: Nigga I know that ain’t you
Junie: Amari?... Holy fucking shit, Dap me up nigga! (Amari laughs)
How long it been?
Amari: Nigga- too long... Ten years man, I don’t know...
Junie: Fuck man
Amari: Ay look real quick man, run that Street up real quick
You owe me something bro... (Junie laughs)
Junie: You haven’t changed a fucking bit man... Ema, I’m gonna be right back
Ema: Okay... don’t run off now

*Amari’s Room Door Opens*

Amari: I hope you ready for this work nigga!
Junie: Ah, shut yo’ ass up nigga

Amari: Ay and put on some of that shit you was working on before you left here
bruh
Junie: Got you!

Ten Years

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 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

The Party

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
Vocal Actors: Ema - Grace Fern Lee (Gracious The Healer)
Background Track: EB - Talitha Cumi 

Lyrics:
Junie: Ah! uh
Oh my fucking god, its 8 o’clock

Who the fuck is calling me?
Of course its fucking him, its always him. ALWAYS. FUCK

Unknown: Yo. Aye why yo ass always take so long to answer bro?
Junie: Uhh, my bad my bad, I was taking a nap before this fucking set I have to do
Unknown: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... you sleeping right before your show?
Junie: Yes, I am and uhh its only a few songs though... I only gotta do like 3
Unknown: Yeah, but wait nigga what three you gotta do though? Y’know what I’m
saying? cause’ I know you got that shit like Aeternum
Junie: Yeah
Unknown: The Party
Junie: Uh-huh
Unknown: Some other shit, I, uhh... On God!
Junie: It’s En Garde
Unknown: Uh-oh, En Garde, my bad
Hold on, somebody calling me right quick, fuck man, shit
Junie: Shit, I might as well lay back down for a little

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

Ema: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Junie: I was just trying to get a fucking nap!
Ema: You only have eight minutes!
Junie: Uh- sh- Can you close the fucking door?
XO Partygoer: HOLY SHIT, ITS JUNIE!

*Partygoers begin trying to enter Junie’s private room*

Junie: Shit... No! N- No! Get the f- No... No! Sto’ Man... Fuck!

8 Minutes

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:
Aiden: Um... My name is Aiden Leblanc and I work for the Baton Rouge Medical
Examiner’s office...
I’m speaking with Belaine Morris, am I correct?
Junie: Y-yeah...
Aiden: Belaine are you... alone at the moment?
Junie: Yeah, what happened?
Aiden: Marie Morris, your mother. She passed away in a traffic accident... 
Earlier this morning... I’m sorry

... (Continued)

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.

her/they

Signals

PORTRAITS OF TRACY

Related tracks