Artist: Andy Mineo f/ Christon Gray Album: Heroes For Sale Song: Ex Nihilo Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yea, 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, rejoicin in my sufferin cause I know He's got a masterpiece in the makin and I ain't scared of death nor Satan cause I know who's 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 bein homeless sleepin 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 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 somethin out of nothin, nothin you make somethin out of nothin, nothin Sittin back meditatin on creation thinkin how you made everything out of nathan 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, De 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? 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 somethin out of nothin, nothin you make somethin out of nothin, nothin [Christon Gray] Your egos nothin I'm nothin much, but He knows somethin, Exnihilo 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 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 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 somethin out of nothin, nothin you make somethin out of nothin, nothin