作词 : Kid Cudi 作曲 : Kid Cudi Heads up, ***** Wale Plain Pat Emile Off jump boo, Cudi give you funk Hit you in your head then it work it to your rump Hatin' ****** can't hate, leave 'em all stumped They gotta like a *****, 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 ***** Friendy Can't stand evil b*****s with they Fendi All they do is envy and plot up on my loins I give you options baby flip a coin You get McDonald's, forget the sirloin Hating my macking, they asking 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? Folarin, the muse of the hater That music is greater, stupid *****, bring your face up Bamas surprised, deprived from attention Pride of the district all rise so they listenin' From where gorillas territorial for inches When it come to pistols, these ****** don't John Lynch them Off rip that's genius You ****** 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 ****** is sayin' What they sayin', young? They sayin' What they sayin', young? They sayin'? 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? I was born to do the damn thing Story of Cudi, ***** getting out my dreams Zero options to choose Living in a box full of Cuyahoga blues, and listen I stayed away from reading The Plain Dealer Most of my ****** 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 ***** in the smug Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising High off life? My ***** not even I'mma 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 ***** with visions when he's sleeping 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?