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I will always be grateful to my sister for introducing this song to me, it’s such a beautiful and meaningful song 😌

Destiny

A story of how a girl fumbled Donald Glover but Donald glover thinking he fumbled the girl

you posted this on my 11th birthday and of course to this day it’s one of my favorite songs.

this soooooo goodddd

1. Camp 2. Royalty 3. BTI ...Lots of distance... 4. Everything else

The Kanye influence is so strong in his delivery

my gosh, ive had this album saved in my phone for a solid 7 years and i dont know why I never got to the end of this song and man.... this hits home man. something like that happened to me years ago and it felt like Donald was talking about me. "is it sad? sure. but its a sadness i chose." i think thats why it took me a while to get over it.

"If we were kids i wouldn't act like this, but we not" 😩

just now realising that this is based off of a song from his first mixtape that was lost media until recenty , callled tengo !! adds another layer of nostalgia to it i love it

This song is so good. Very relatable to a lot of black kids especially going from a Ghetto to middle class this song really encapsulates the experience

i can’t even listen to the end of the song because it’s too relatable😭

keep up

chipping away at my soul

one of my favorite childish songs

It’s actually sickening to see how underrated that song is…

Everybody already knows I told them. changed my life this song did

Take me higher 🎶

1:21 MM Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes cause it’s Oreos, Twinkies, Coconuts delicious

lyrical genius

I wonder if he ever saw that girl again… song is perfection!!!

We all smile and 'sing' loudly the Storytime part until *Truth is I got on the bus a boy/girl. And I never got off the bus* Then, your voice breaks, and the smile fades away as you whisper to yourself, out loud *…I still haven't*

If your still here, please be yourself!

Anybody catch the MF DOOM line?? 1:20

"This one kid said something that was really bad; he said that I wasn't Black because I had a Dad..." By this kid's logic, I (a white person with high-functioning cerebral palsy) am the Blackest person that ever lived because my Dad basically left me with my Mom when I was just a baby. He never came back into my life again until I was the age of 13. It was then that I had met my half-Sister and her younger Brother. After that, we kinda fell outta touch. The last time I saw my Dad, it was my 18th birthday, and he bought a case full of cans of beer just so that I could try it out (because it was a Father-Son tradition or something). If this lyric is true, then I'm sorry for what happened to you, Gambino. Racial stereotypes are an insane bitch. 😒

This exists

I love Camp so much, as much as I love all of Gambino's stuff. To me, it's such a special album not only because it is just plain AWESOME, but also because of how much Donald explores in it. Racism, loneliness, feelings of alienation, really personal stories, maturity, his general life philosophy. I love how much he is willing (as he explains in this song, kinda the thesis of the album) to just bare his soul. It's very brave and makes the whole thing work so well, and feel very human. Thanks Gambino, you rock.

still..

I know Gambino and critics like this album the least but I still enjoy it a lot

love this album its such a masterpiece

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you dont even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power That power Oh, oh oh So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit 3-points, field goal Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian bail Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger But your looks don't help, like an old gold digger Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas Yeah, now that's the line of the century Niggas missed it, too busy They lyin' 'bout penitentiary Man, you ain't been there Nigga you been scared And I'm still living single like Synclaire Lovin' white dudes who call me white and then try to hate When I wasn't white enough to use your pool when I was 8 Stone Mountain you raised me well I'm stared at by Confederates but hard as hell Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides I'm just a kid who blowing up with my father's name And every black "you're not black enough" Is a white "you're all the same" Mm Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes Cuz its oreos, twinkies, coconuts, delicious How many gold plaques you want inside your dining room? I said I want a full house They said, "You got it dude!" All these haters See you later All that I could do But you dont even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power That power Oh, oh oh Holla, holla, holla, holla at yo boy Like yo dad when he's pissed off Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk Niggas' breath stank, all they do is shit talk People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long Maybe if he bombs, he'll quit and keep actin' And save paper like your aunt does with McDonald napkins How'd it happen? Honesty did it See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit Yeah I bodied the limits and I get at them fakers Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters So, my studio be a funeral Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know? Uh, yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den Man I'm hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead On stage with my family in front of me I am what I am: everything I wanna be All these haters See you later All that I could do But you dont even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power That power This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four Other dudes I hadn't met yet, Running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That's you. And we're still at camp as long as we're on the bus and not At the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We're still wearing our orange camp T-shirts. We still smell like pineneedles. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, But I don't know if you do or don't more-than-like me. You've never said, so I haven't been saying anything all summer, Content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to Talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who's smart and funny and who, If I say something dumb for a laugh, Is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me Laugh, but who also gets weird and Wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one's assigned to her, Whose curly brown hair has a line running through it From where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet Back in the real world we don't go to the same school, And unless one of our families moves to a dramatically Different neighborhood, we won't go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something. The sun's gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. We're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that Looks like a kid we know. And then I'm like, "Can I tell you something?" And all of a sudden I'm telling you. And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming And your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass Underneath the orange lamps that line the sides Of the highway. And there's no expression on it. And I think just after a point I'm just talking to lengthen the Time where we live in a world where You haven't said "yes" or "no" yet. And regrettably I end up using the word "destiny." I don't remember in what context. Doesn't really matter. Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay." I don't know exactly what you mean by it, But it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to Spoil the moment, but there's nowhere to go because we're on a bus. So I pretend like I'm asleep and before long, I really am. I wake up, the bus isn't moving anymore. The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on. I turn and you're not there. Then again a lot of kids aren't in their seats anymore. We're parked at the pick-up point, Which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, Your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and Taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the Aisle to get up off the bus, Just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off. It's Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week After throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors Body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, So I can't really see her face, But I can see her smile. And she says one word: "Destiny." Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her All laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus. I didn't know you were friends with them. I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is summer Even though there's two weeks until school starts. This isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, This is a story about how I learned Something and I'm not saying this thing is true or not I'm just saying it's what I learned. I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, Make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can't turn around and tell Everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn't a place In my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But it's a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a Boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that's not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven't.

So fucking good! If that story, so well told, doesn’t touch you something is wrong with your heart. I also love how the beat adjusts accordingly to the story ending

underrated song

That monologue at the end is everything

Just making sure the algo knows we are still here haha

Only thing I put before mi is do re

I loved this so much when i was younger lol

This album is an underrated masterpiece

Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk

hi

you can't live your life on a bus

came for the line of the century, i stayed because i never got off the bus

Street of Rage 2 me trouxe aqui 🇧🇷❤

Kanye vibe...

nice song dude !

"is it sad? sure. but its a sadness i chose." not to be the epitomy of fake deep but that line gives me chills every time and i dont know why.

This song makes me want to tell my therapist that he's depressed

Just so you know, every decent young man knows the pain of your monologue, sadly, many of them let it harden their heart

Jesus have heard this in years maan

This song is streets ahead