Hey. ♪. Havana, ooh na-na (ayy). Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy). He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na. Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy). There's somethin' 'bout his manner
I, I had a dream that I was sinkin' slow motion. (Every superficial moment). I get overwhelmed in all the messy emotions. (Before that, I never noticed). Everytime I cry, I get a little bit stronger,
words. Súbeme la radio. Tra-tráeme el alcohol. Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción. Siente el bajo que va subiendo. Tráeme el alcohol que quita el dolor. Hoy vamos a juntar la luna y el sol. Súbeme