Worshipping the Problem (Remastered)

rap, Hard-hitting Christian trap banger with male vocals; snarling, double-time verses over dark detuned synths and 808-style low end, hi-hat triplets snapping, Chorus opens with chanted gang-vocal hook and bright synth lead, then drops into half-time stomp for a stadium feel, Ad-libs and growls pepper the flow; final section strips to drums and bass for a raw, victorious closer, hip-hop, male vocals

[Intro]
Bap bap
Beat knock, heart jump (yeah)
Hands up
This that faith-ride drum

[Verse 1]
I wake up, mind race, worst-case slideshow
Every little thought like a punch, like a combo
Checking every lock, every bill, every symptom
Staring at the storm till my fear starts glitchin'
I been scrolling through my doubt like a timeline
Zoom in on the pain, let it prime my mind
But the more that I stare, the bigger it gets
I been feeding that fear, I been cutting them checks

I been talking 'bout my problems like they gods to me
Like they sit on a throne, hold the odds on me
Every "what if" got a shrine in my brain
Like I kneel to the worry, let it whisper my name

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up
Why I give the problem praise?
Why I let the dark set the stage?
All this time that I spend afraid
I could turn that gaze
Lift it up, let His Name be raised (yeah)

[Chorus]
If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem
But my God bigger, He the One who always solve 'em
Eyes off the storm, I fix 'em on Him
I worry 'bout everything, He still say, "You gon' win"
If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem
I been bowing to the thing, when the King already fought it
Hands in the air, let anxiety fall
I got a Helper, I remember who's Lord of it all (hey!)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I pace and I pace, like a prisoner
Painting every future in my head, make it sinister
I replay every failure like a mixtape
Build up every molehill into big shapes
I been talking 'bout the debt like it own me
Talking 'bout the sickness like it wrote my story
Talking 'bout the heartbreak like it final
Chanting all the lies like they part of my Bible

But
Every time I let that fear run laps
That's a little bit of worship that I give to that
Why I magnify the mess, let it fill up the screen
When the Maker of the stars still calling me redeemed?

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up
Why I sing the problem's name?
Like it run the show, like it hold the reigns
All this breath that I waste on pain
I could flip that frame
Turn the worry into war-room praise (yeah)

[Bridge]
Bap bap, lil' kid faith, big God
Even when my knees knock, still march
I might feel scared, that's facts
But I run to His lap when I feel that attack (hey!)
"Help me," that prayer, that's power
Name on my lips every minute, every hour
When I say His Name, giants shrink quick
When I praise in the middle, yeah, that chain get clipped

[Chorus]
If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem
But my God bigger, He the One who always solve 'em
Eyes off the storm, I fix 'em on Him
I worry 'bout everything, He still say, "You gon' win"
If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem
So I lift up the One who already got it sorted
Hands in the air, let anxiety fall
God is my Helper, I'm still gonna win through it all (yeah)

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[Intro] Bap bap Beat knock, heart jump (yeah) Hands up This that faith-ride drum [Verse 1] I wake up, mind race, worst-case slideshow Every little thought like a punch, like a combo Checking every lock, every bill, every symptom Staring at the storm till my fear starts glitchin' I been scrolling through my doubt like a timeline Zoom in on the pain, let it prime my mind But the more that I stare, the bigger it gets I been feeding that fear, I been cutting them checks I been talking 'bout my problems like they gods to me Like they sit on a throne, hold the odds on me Every "what if" got a shrine in my brain Like I kneel to the worry, let it whisper my name [Pre-Chorus] Hold up Why I give the problem praise? Why I let the dark set the stage? All this time that I spend afraid I could turn that gaze Lift it up, let His Name be raised (yeah) [Chorus] If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem But my God bigger, He the One who always solve 'em Eyes off the storm, I fix 'em on Him I worry 'bout everything, He still say, "You gon' win" If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem I been bowing to the thing, when the King already fought it Hands in the air, let anxiety fall I got a Helper, I remember who's Lord of it all (hey!) [Verse 2] Yeah, I pace and I pace, like a prisoner Painting every future in my head, make it sinister I replay every failure like a mixtape Build up every molehill into big shapes I been talking 'bout the debt like it own me Talking 'bout the sickness like it wrote my story Talking 'bout the heartbreak like it final Chanting all the lies like they part of my Bible But Every time I let that fear run laps That's a little bit of worship that I give to that Why I magnify the mess, let it fill up the screen When the Maker of the stars still calling me redeemed? [Pre-Chorus] Hold up Why I sing the problem's name? Like it run the show, like it hold the reigns All this breath that I waste on pain I could flip that frame Turn the worry into war-room praise (yeah) [Chorus] If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem But my God bigger, He the One who always solve 'em Eyes off the storm, I fix 'em on Him I worry 'bout everything, He still say, "You gon' win" If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem I been bowing to the thing, when the King already fought it Hands in the air, let anxiety fall I got a Helper, I remember who's Lord of it all (woah) [Bridge] Bap bap, lil' kid faith, big God Even when my knees knock, still march I might feel scared, that's facts But I run to His lap when I feel that attack (hey!) "Help me," that prayer, that's power Name on my lips every minute, every hour When I say His Name, giants shrink quick When I praise in the middle, yeah, that chain get clipped [Chorus] If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem But my God bigger, He the One who always solve 'em Eyes off the storm, I fix 'em on Him I worry 'bout everything, He still say, "You gon' win" If I'm worrying, I'm worshipping the problem So I lift up the One who already got it sorted Hands in the air, let anxiety fall God is my Helper, I'm still gonna win through it all (yeah)

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