Ex Nihilo

[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 death 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, Dre 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 death, 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] [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]