Christon Gray - Ex Nihilo lyrics

[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