You don't have to worry 'bout me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You don't have to worry 'bout me (A man wrote this one in ten minutes flat on a flight yesterday)

You don't have to worry 'bout me (Flight Mode 2, Tom Zanetti and Silky, let's get it)

Worry 'bout, don't worry 'bout (Yo, uh)

D, digga-digga-D, digga-darker

TZ, it's the party starter

Known worldwide as the pum-pum clarter

Three times platinum, top ten charter

This one takes me back to the days

Smoking weed out on the estate

Front of the shop, see a private plate

Snap steering locks and I'm hands on skates

Fourteen, not a penny to my name

At my mum's house, bashing benz' or 'caine

Berghaus coats and Rockport boots

With a TN hat wrapped around my frame, rah

I remember them raves

When the bassline dropped and the bars got sprayed

Don't give a fuck if the flight's delayed

I just get so high like an aeroplane

Gyallidem are begging me, "Tom, please stay"

Sniffing cocaine off a kitchen plate

Two fire chicks, ménage à trois

Guarantee Tom Cat's gonna get laid

Victoria's Secret, La Senza

Girl, tell me where you and your friends are

I import class A, but there was a time I used to mix cocaine in a blender

So what you say, my darling?

You know life feels better when you're laughing

I feel like falling in love, so let's leave this club

And me and you can do our thing, so

So what we get loved up?

So what we get fucked up?

So what if they're ten man deep like I ain't got a big fat gun tucked?

I like underwear and Porsche Carreras

Fuck rapping like Sonny Fodera

I like when you look up at me and tell me to hold your hair up

Fuck off

You don't have to worry 'bout me

You don't have to worry 'bout me

You don't have to worry 'bout me

Worry 'bout, don't worry 'bout

You don't have to worry 'bout me

You don't have to worry 'bout me

You don't have to worry 'bout me

Worry 'bout, don't worry 'bout

What you say, my darling?

You know life feels better when you're laughing

I feel like falling in love, so let's leave this club

And me and you can do our thing, so

So what we get loved up?

So what we get fucked up?

So what if they're ten man deep like I ain't got a big fat gun tucked?

What you say, my darling?

What you say, my

What you say, my darling?

What you say, my