Ex Nihilo
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[Verse 1 – Andy Mineo]
Yeah, who woulda thought I’d step inside this train station
Then get hit with some inspiration?
It’s amazin’
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 makin’
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 paintin’
Like I remember last year being homeless
Sleeping on the air mattress, but on the phone with
Three record labels, who to go with?
I notice 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
[Chorus – Christon Gray]
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]
Sitting back, meditating on creation
Thinking how you made everything out of naythin’
What 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
Naw, 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
[Chorus – Christon Gray]
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 nothin’
I’m nothin’ much, but he knows somethin’
Ex nihilo; he’s next to zero, he leans on nothin’
And nothin’ I want more than hear those trumpets
No nothin’ I want more than to hear those trumpets
My earlobes jumpin’, I feel so lovesick,
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
[Chorus – Christon Gray]
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
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