Rawest track of the summer right here 🔥💫🔥

Hope your manager submits your work for a grammy 🥇🏆🔥💯💫😤

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

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
Vocal Actors: Ema - Grace Fern Lee (Gracious The Healer)
Vocal Actors: Random -  Aero Austaire

Ema: Another hour had passed but all of a sudden there was no trace of Junie
Me being his roadie, I had to go look for him

Sorry to bother but, have any of you seen Junie?
Unknown: Yo, I saw him right over there...
Ema: He’s over there?
Unknown: Yeah
Ema: Thank you, thank you, thanks so much

*Ema walks towards Junie and finds him playing a nearby street piano*

Junie: Oh, I’m fucked up
Ema: Junie... J- Are you seriously drunk again?

Junie: Yeah... oh...
Ema: But it- Its always when we perform here you know? It’s nowhere else
Junie: Don’t mind it no, don’t mind it girl
Ema: You can’t
Junie: Aye, listen to me. Don’t mind it, no *burp* 
This would be good as a new single right?
Ema: Yeah, that wouldn’t be bad as a new single, especially the burp 
But you can’t drive, I have to drive you home now.
Junie: It’s cool! Fuck, you always do it, shit... Just- one more night, one won’t hurt

*Gunshots ring out*

Junie: OH SHIT! I’m too drunk for this!

Parking Lot

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!

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https://soundcloud.com/portraits-of-tracy/w-mckinley?in=portraits-of-tracy/sets/drive-home

portraits of tracy - w.mckinley (nostalgia junkie remix)

visuals --> https://youtu.be/sIOoC_Lnr1Q

https://www.meltycanon.com/

the will of fire (visuals in desc.)

Tracy's LOVE THEME (estrogen anthem)

"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

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

W. McKinley

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