Lyricist : The Weeknd/Mike Dean/Sam Levinson

Composer : The Weeknd/Mike Dean/Sam Levinson

What you don't even know

I'm a deadbeat man, never know when to fold

Spent a lot for your soul

You gon'make that back I'm gonna take what I own

Far away from my home

In this hot ass town but my blood still cold

Better let them know

When you see them that you make sure they pay you

Pay you in cash

I don't do favors

I don't do that

You don't want to see me

See me get mad

No matter how bad you, you think I am

I'm a lesser man, a lesser man, a lesser man

Than you think I am

You think you know but you have no idea

I'm a lesser man, you're the best of them

F*ck the rest of them

I'm a lesser man

Than you know

Show the world what I know

How you work that tongue to collect their souls

Seen you do it before

Make them fall in love, make them beg for more and

You can put on a show, you're my one top star

You're my bottom girl and before you kiss them and go

Don't leave until you make sure they pay you

Pay you in cash

I don't do favors

I don't do that

You don't want to see me

See me get mad

No matter how bad you, you think I am

I'm a lesser man, a lesser man, a lesser man

Than you think I am

You think you know but you have no idea

I'm a lesser man, you're the best of them

F*ck the rest of them

I'm a lesser man, yeah and you know

I'm a lesser man than you think I am

A lesser man than you think I am

Yeah, and you know, oh, oh