[Verse 1: Darius]
On a long day in your art room, in a school of Central High...
You can see a pile of papers and the pencils gone by...
You can think about the cartoons or the games you've played the day before...
But your mind will soon be thinking the way they always do,
When you're drawing on your Android, and there's nothing else to do,
And you don't feel much like drawing, you just wish the art was through.

[Chorus: Darius]
Here I am...
On the board again,
There I am,
Onto the ring,
Here I go,
Cleaning the paint again.
There I go,
Draw something.

[Verse 2: Darius]
When you walk into Spencer's place, left out from your own,
And you feel your body shaking, as they hit you like a stone,
You pretend it doesn't matter, but you just want to make it home...
Most times you'll see people there, other times you'll feel...
all the same old pictures (Is it art? Is it real?)
And you always seem to realize some art that you can't steal...
You can't steal!

[Chorus: Darius]
Here I am...
On the board again,
There I am,
Onto the ring,
Here I go,
Cleaning the paint again.
There I go,
Draw something.

[Verse 3: Darius]
Looking at the table, you seem to think a little more,
Everything you've drawn here, was waiting at your door,
As you get tired of drawing, you keep some of the things in store.
Later, in the evening, there are drawings in your head,
With your brain still gettin' busy, with all the papers that you did,
You make today's last drawing, remembering what you did...
What you did.

[Chorus: Darius]
Here I am...
On the board again,
There I am,
Onto the ring,
Here I go,
Cleaning the paint again.
There I go,
Draw something.

There I go, draw something.
There I go....yeah, yeah.
There I go...yeah, yeah, yeah...
There I go...woah, woah.
There I go, woah, yeah...
And they're gone.