Kid Cudi - Is There Any Love Lyrics
[Intro]Heads up, niggaWalePlain PatEmile[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]Off jump boo, Cudi give you funkHit you in your head then it work it to your rumpHatin' niggas can't hate, leave 'em all stumpedThey gotta like a nigga, call me ObamaNot 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 twiceOnce as a slave who imagined being freeAnd made it all happen for his family and his seedAnd now me, you can call me Mr. FriendlyOne life to live, but no acting on my nigga FriendyCan't stand evil *****es with they FendiAll they do is envy and plot up on my loinsI give you options baby flip a coinYou get McDonalds, forget the sirloinHating my macking, they asking[Hook]Is there any loveIn this world?Is there any loveIn this world?Is there any loveIn this world of ours?Is there any loveIn this world?[Verse 2: Wale]Folarin, the muse of the haterThat music is greater, stupid nigga, bring your face upBamas surprised, deprived from attentionPride of the district all rise so they listenin'From where gorillas territorial for inchesWhen it come to pistols, these niggas don't John Lynch themOff rip that's geniusYou niggas so-so like seamstressNo more amore, I refuse to force youMaybe I lack the fortitude to try to court youOf course they all hateEarly adapters agree they all lateSo what that say about my watch?To y'all minds I'm like a UK clockHours ahead, so wack niggas is sayin'(What they sayin', young?)They sayin'(What they sayin', young?)They sayin'?[Hook][Verse 3: Kid Cudi]I was born to do the damn thingStory of Cudi, nigga getting out my dreamsZero options to chooseLiving in a box full of Cuyahoga booze, and listenI stayed away from reading The Plain DealerMost of my niggas back in Cleaveland were playin dealers, uhWho whipped Supremes, the candy-painted eyesBut the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they riseWasn't no love for a nigga in the smugSipping out a cup, a concoction for cruisingHigh off life? My nigga not evenI'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're evenBobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singingNo commentary my man, I come out swingingAnd this will be the song that we singAny young nigga with visions when he's sleeping
