[Verse 1: Andy Mineo]
Who would of thought I'd step inside this train station
Then get hit with some inspiration
It's amazing
The most beautiful pieces of art come from the ugliest situations
So I praise Him, rejoicing in my suffering
Cause I know He's got a masterpiece in the making
And I ain't scared of d**h nor Satan
Cause I know whose hand that my name is engraved in
This right here is a proper statement
I am not the artist, I'm the canvas that He's painting
Like I remember last year being homeless
Sleepin' on the air mattress, but on the phone with
Three record labels, who to go with
I know that you like to fix things with them tools that are broken
So when them dark nights hit his soul
I know enough to know to trust you with what I don't
[Hook: Christon Gray & Andy Mineo]
Bad days, I suppose, too much for me to remember
Let me back up, I'm too close, now I can see the whole picture
You make something out of nothing, nothing
You make something out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 2: Andy Mineo]
Sittin' back meditating on creation
Thinkin' how you made everything out of nothing
With a statement, You sustain it
Let there be, and there is, my brain can't contain this
That's why the fame and the claim is so dangerous
It'll make a heart sing that my name is the greatest
So, Josh, Rich, Ray, Alex, Dave
Call me to repentance if I ever go astray
If that money ever get in the way, then I'll burn it
The price for my soul is something I couldn't pay
Sometimes I read them articles believin' what they say
Sweatin' my own press, God is so unimpressed
Nah, I'm a mess, made out of dust
To return to it upon d**h, my soul rests, and yet
They makin' heroes out of the ones who been rescued
Who cares if they remember my name if I forget You?
[Hook: Christon Gray & Andy Mineo]
Bad days, I suppose, too much for me to remember
Let me back up, I'm too close, now I can see the whole picture
You make something out of nothing, nothing
You make something out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 3: Christon Gray]
Yo here goes nothing
I'm nothing much, but He knows something, Ex Nihilo
He's next to zero
He leans on nothing and nothing I want more than hear those trumpets
No nothing I want more than to hear those trumpets
My earlobes jumping, I feel so love sick
Lot of us got ideas but still no substance
And a lot of times I can see it but the mirror don't love Chris
[Hook: Christon Gray & Andy Mineo]
Bad days, I suppose, too much for me to remember
Let me back up, I'm too close, now I can see the whole picture
You make something out of nothing, nothing
You make something out of nothing, nothing