Is There Any Love Lyrics - Kid Cudi

Heads up, nigga 

Wale 

Plain Pat 

Emile 

Off jump boo, Cudi give you funk 

Hit you in your head then it work it to your rump 

Hatin' niggas can't hate, leave 'em all stumped 

They gotta like a nigga, call me Obama 

Not a hypebeast while you beast for the hype (no no) 

Yeah I'm the underdog, story of my life (yup) 

Matter fact I dreamed that I lived twice 

Once as a slave who imagined being free 

And made it all happen for his family and his seed 

And now me, you can call me Mr. Friendly 

One life to live, but no acting on my nigga Friendy 

Can't stand evil bitches with they Fendi 

All they do is envy and plot up on my loins 

I give you options baby flip a coin 

You get McDonalds, forget the sirloin 

Hating my macking, they asking 

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Is there any love 

In this world? 

Is there any love 

In this world? 

Is there any love 

In this world of ours? 

Is there any love 

In this world? 

Forlarin, The muse of the hater 

That music is greater, stupid nigga, bring your face up 

Bamas surprised, they pride from attention 

Pride of the district all rise so they listenin' 

From where gorillas territorial for inches 

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't John Lynch them 

Off rip that's genius 

You niggas so-so like seamstress 

No more amore, I refuse to force you 

Maybe I lack the fortitude to try to court you 

Of course they all hate 

Early adapters agree they all late 

So what that say about my watch? 

To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock 

Hours ahead, so wack niggas is sayin' 

(What they sayin', young?) 

They sayin' 

(What they sayin', young?) 

They sayin'? 

Photos 

I was born to do the damn thing 

Story of Cudi, nigga getting out my dreams 

Zero options to choose 

Living in a box full of Cuyahoga boobs, and listen 

I stayed away from reading The Plain Dealer 

Most of my niggas back in Cleveland were plain dealers, uh 

Who whipped Supremes, the candy-painted eyes 

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise 

Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug 

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising 

High off life? My nigga not even 

I'ma go to war with the devil 'til we're even 

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing 

No commentary my man, I come out swinging 

And this will be the song that we sing 

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping