More songs by Sam Fender
Description
Programming, Producer, Associated Performer: Thom Lewis
Composer Lyricist, Acoustic Guitar, Associated Performer, Vocals, Hammond Organ: Sam Fender
Associated Performer, Drums: Drew Michael
Associated Performer: Dean Thompson
Associated Performer: Johnny "Bluehat" Davis
Associated Performer, Samples: Joe Atkinson
Studio Personnel, Associated Performer, Engineer: Mark Broughton
Asst. Recording Engineer, Studio Personnel: Claude Vause
Mixer, Studio Personnel: Craig Silvey
Studio Personnel, Additional Engineer: Dani Bennett Spragg
Mastering Engineer, Studio Personnel: Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer, Studio Personnel: Steve Fallone
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two, three, four!
Eighteen failed dreams tracked up to a back seat think I maybe could've learned
Cataclysmic age to feel when you're out of luck and your mother's in need I made my money for the crooks and pushers in the hopes that I'd buy something to get her for tonight I'm going home for tonight I'm going home I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I came home and you were on the floor
Floored by the letters and the cards to ignore What I wouldn't do to get you out this hole But tonight I gotta let go
But tonight you gotta let me let go
I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened
Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened
Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
English translation
One, two, three, four!
Eighteen failed dreams tracked up to a back seat think I maybe could've learned
Cataclysmic age to feel when you're out of luck and your mother's in need I made my money for the crooks and pushers in the hopes that I'd buy something to get her for tonight I'm going home for tonight I'm going home I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I came home and you were on the floor
Floored by the letters and the cards to ignore What I wouldn't do to get you out this hole But tonight I gotta let go
But tonight you gotta let me let go
I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened
Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened
Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding
I'm only getting started
Don't mean to be disheartened Felt like giving up so many times before But I still keep grinding