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Tim Saunders

Tim Saunders is a Cornish language poet who also writes poetry and journalism in the Welsh, Irish, Breton and Cornish languages. He is resident in Cardiff but is of Cornish descent. He is a bard of the Gorseth Kernow, a literary historian and editor of 'The Wheel' – an anthology of modern poetry in Cornish 1850–1980. High Tide is a collection of his own poems in Cornish from the years 1974 to 1999. Tim's daughters, Gwenno and Ani Saunders, were formerly singers with the British indie pop girl group The Pipettes, with Gwenno also playing the keyboards, and are now solo artists. more »

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Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
Blue lights on the dash
I named my Malibu Anderson .Paak
I know some niggas that's handling packs
But that shit ain't for me, so I'm handling rap
Ain't pulling weave, but I'm damaging tracks
I got fans overseas and God damn that's fact
And I'm Calvin, the 3 and the town on my back
I don't handle no keys, but I used to play sax
I don't roll up no weed, but I f*ck up that loose leaf
I want some Margielas, yeah, shout out to Smooky
Get chicken like Popeyes, I want me a two piece
Pop up out the blue, niggas thought I was Tookie
Get green like Luigi, might cop me a mansion and
Shoot my new vid and have Lio Rush dance in it
I'm not Gambino, I don't care what camp you in
Feel like Jayblac, I'm a champion, (Shake my hand!)
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
Gotta get ya own or you leaching
It's a potluck and we feasting
Bout beef, but niggas be vegan
We bang out and keep squeezing
For the fame, niggas be pressed
Want the money, but I'm bout that mess
DocBoiis up for the test
We out Greenwood, in the Jets
Run down on ya whole set, uh
None of these niggas gone step
Gotta keep it real, that's facts
Nah, I ain't even tryna flex
Tay400 grab the .38 special
Len Duckedoff pop out, he'll get you
Don't disrespect, the real goons won't let you
Gone see about it, fuckboy, when I catch you, nigga
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
This shit catchy
You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man
I been playing with them bands
Got racks like Wimbledon
These niggas rats
They be snitching, call 'em Templeton
These niggas bitches
Say you gone do something, nigga, well do it then
These niggas say that they shooters
Nigga, well come and shoot shit then
This shit so catchy
Bro toss me the pass, it's for the win
I feel in love with counting different digits
I can't trust no friend
I been jumped in that water
It's old to me, but new to him
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
My shit catchy, nigga, mmm, mmm, mmm
Can you catch me? NOPE!, mmm, mmm, mmm
This shit catchy mmhmm, mmhmm
Gotta get ya own or you leaching
It's a potluck and we feasting
That's fact
And I'm Calvin, the 3 and the town on my back
I don't handle no keys, but I used to play sax
I feel in love with counting different digits
I can't trust no friend
I been jumped in that water
It's old to me, but new to him

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