Is There Any Love
KiD CuDi Lyrics

Off jump, boo, Cudi give ya funk
Right from the start, Cudi provides you with some great music

Hit ya in your head then it work it to your rump (come on)
The music is so good that it goes straight to your brain and then makes you want to dance

Hatin' niggas can hate, leave 'em all stumped
Let the haters hate, they can't bring Cudi down

They gotta like a nigga, call me Obama (yup)
Just like how everyone likes Obama, people will like Cudi too

Not a hypebeast while you beast for the hype (no, no)
Cudi isn't one of those people who just follow trends for the sake of it

Yeah, I'm the underdog, story of my life (yup)
He's always battled against the odds and come out on top

Matter fact, I dreamed that I lived twice (uh)
He's been through so much struggle that he deserves to live two lifetimes

Once as a slave who imagined bein' free
In his dream, he imagines himself as a slave who dreams of freedom

And made it out happy for his family and his seed (uh)
He made it out of slavery and was happy that his family and descendants could live in a better world

And now me, you can call me Mr. Friendly
Cudi is friendly and approachable

One life to live, but no actin' like my nigga Friendy
Only one life to live, so don't waste it trying to be like someone else

Can't stand evil bitches with they Fendi
Cudi hates people who are malicious and are always trying to bring others down

All they do is envy and plot up on my loins (uh, uh)
They are envious of his success and are always trying to bring him down

I give you options, baby, flip a coin (uh, uh)
Cudi is giving someone the chance to choose between two options, no matter how similar they may seem

You get McDonalds, forget the sirloin (ha, ha)
Sometimes you have to settle for something that may not be the best, but still satisfies you

Hatin' my mackin', they askin'
People are hating on Cudi, but they still wonder why he's so successful

Is there any love (uh, uh, uh, uh)
The chorus asks if there is any love in the world

In this world? (Uh, uh)
The question about love is being asked in this world

Folarin, the muse of the hater
Folarin is the person who inspires hate

That music is greater, stupid nigga, bring your face up
The music is better than anything the haters can come up with, so they should just stop and look up

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention
Those who are foolish and uneducated can't stand being ignored

The pride of the district arise so they listenin'
Cleveland natives are finally paying attention to Cudi and his talent

From where gorillas territorial for inches
In Cleveland, people fight and compete for small things like territory

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't John Lynch them
When it comes to guns, people in Cleveland aren't as trigger-happy as other places

Off rip that's genius
From the very start, Cudi is a genius

You niggas so-so like seamstress
Others are average and mediocre, while Cudi is exceptional

No more amore, I refuse to force you
Cudi refuses to fake love or feelings for anyone

Maybe I lack the fortitude to try to court you (try to court you)
Perhaps he lacks the strength to pursue someone romantically

Of course they all hate
Of course the haters are going to hate, that's just what they do

Early adapters agree they all late
Those who were quick to appreciate Cudi knew he was excellent from the beginning, while others were late to notice

So what that say about my watch?
What does it mean for Cudi and his value that some people were late to notice him?

To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock
To some people, Cudi is strange and different like a British clock

Hours ahead, so wack niggas is sayin'
Cudi is ahead of his time, which is why less talented people are always criticizing him

They sayin' (What they sayin', young?) They sayin'
The chorus repeats, asking what people are saying exactly about love in the world

I was born to do the damn thing (uh)
Cudi was born with the gift of making music

Story of Cudi, nigga, getting out my dreams
The story of Cudi is like a dream becoming reality

Zero options to choose (no)
Cudi has no other options than to make music

Living in a box full of Cuyahoga booze, and listen
Cudi is surrounded by the cheap, low-quality beer of the Cuyahoga region, and all he can do is make music

I stayed away from reading The Plain Dealer (yup)
Cudi avoided the Cleveland newspaper because he didn't want to be influenced by it

Most of my niggas back in Cleveland were playin' dealers, uh (word)
Most of Cudi's friends were drug dealers in Cleveland

Who whipped Supremes, the candy-painted eyes
His friends sold drugs like codeine syrup, which had a purple color

But the love from the boppers had him watchin' they rise (uh)
Despite his friends being drug dealers, he still saw them being celebrated and successful with people buying their products

Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug (no)
Cleveland is not an easy place to grow up, without many opportunities or love

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising (uh)
In his youth, Cudi often drank to deal with life's difficulties

High off life? My nigga not even
Cudi can't say that he's living life to the fullest and being happy all the time

I'ma go to war with the Devil 'til we're even (uh, uh, uh)
Cudi has some internal demons that he still needs to face and conquer

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing (yeah)
He will keep fighting his demons, but also keeps his faith strong with hymns

No commentary, my man, I come out swinging (uh)
Cudi will fight until he can overcome his inner struggles, and won't listen to anyone's judgment or opinion

And this will be the song that we sing
This song will be the symbol of his dedication to keep battling and keep his dreams alive

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping (word up)
Cudi wants to inspire others to pursue their dreams no matter how impossible they may seem