Draper Don’t Care

Yeah. In the land of beige stucco and eternal youth, where the coffee's

contraband and the heat go AC's off. I'm posted up in Draper where

the mountains judge you. Air so clean it'll passive aggressively cleanse you.

Every house look the same, just a different cross for dad. Same truck,

same beer, same podcasts he had. Streets so quiet you can hear

ambition stall. Only thing poppin' 'round here is the church ball. Kids flexin' Jordans

they can't legally wear. Moms on Xanax, dads on entrepreneur prayer.

Draper don't care, Draper don't stress. Just smile real hard and suppress the rest.