Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Arthur
Lead Vocals
Tom Barnes
Drums
Priscilla Jones
Background Vocals
Lurine Cato
Background Vocals
Ben Kohn
Bass Guitar
Pete Kelleher
Keyboards
Tim Sanders
Tenor Saxophone
Simon Clarke
Baritone Saxophone
Ryan Quigley
Trumpet
David Liddell
Trombone
Richard Henry
Trombone
Albert King
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Arthur
Songwriter
William Bell
Songwriter
Ben Kohn
Songwriter
Booker T. Jones
Songwriter
Peter Norman Cullen Kelleher
Songwriter
Thomas Barnes
Songwriter
Tom Barnes
Songwriter
Tim Sanders
Arranger
Simon Clarke
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
TMS
Producer
Lyrics
Long gone, we're falling down but I'm loving how it tastes
I look around for desire, love run away
Hold back, we're falling down, and I show you how it breaks
If I can give it, I'll take it, all of the way
And I've got a lot left to learn, babe
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
It's hard times when nobody wants you
Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming
Get up on top, we'll make it pop, honey
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
It's a cold heart when nobody holds you
Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming
Get up on top, we'll make it pop, honey
The cold start coming down
I was way above the place
I waited up for the day, now the day comes for me
When I look back we're falling down, you live with a break
You'd always give it, I take it, all the way, yeah
We've still got so much to learn, babe
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
It's hard times when nobody wants you
Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming
Get up on top, we'll make it pop, honey
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
It's a cold heart when nobody holds you
Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming
Get up on top, we'll make it pop, honey, yeah
Don't you stop me, I will get what's coming to me
I am ready, baby, I will be somebody
Don't you stop me, I will get what's coming to me
I am ready, baby, I will be somebody
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
It's hard times when nobody wants you
Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming
Get up on top, we'll make it pop, honey
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
It's a cold heart when nobody holds you
Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming
Get up on top, we'll make it pop, honey
Writer(s): Booker T. Jr. Jones, William Bell, Thomas Andrew Searle Barnes, Benjamin Alexander Kohn, Peter Norman Cullen Kelleher, James Arthur
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