The Suburbs

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

Drunk*

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:
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!

Satellite

Written by Tracy Geneviève Amare
Produced by Portraits Of Tracy
Mixed and Mastered by Portraits Of Tracy

The Afterparty

The Afterparty (French House Instrumental)

Written by Tracy Geneviève Amare
Produced by Portraits Of Tracy
Mixed and Mastered by Portraits Of Tracy

Lyrics:
Goodbye, to a love once dared
Guns up to my head, one trigger pull she’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 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 (Disco Version)

Drive Home: Parting Gifts

Lost!

𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙻 𝚡 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚅𝙸𝙱𝙴𝚉 - 𝙿𝙻𝚄𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝚄𝙱

Once thought to be lost, the original masters to my first album Problems have been restored, remastered, and brought directly to you B-)

Boom

Portraits Of Tracy is the artist project of Tracy Amare - an 20 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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The Afterparty (French House Instrumental)

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