Hey what's good fam, I hope you good
Remember, I was homies with you back when we was both in school
You never graduated, I never understood
You were the smartest person back in the old neighborhood
I saw you on TV, what was that about?
Overnight celebrity, OD on some charlie pow
Yo that's some gangsta shit I never even thought about
Pacino in Miami or with Sonny, adios and ciao
I'm feeling the nostalgia
We used to dream of manors with hangers filled up with dollars
While smoking marijuana, we reaching for nirvana
Mountain lions in Nevada, or perhaps in the savanna
We used to dream of Havana
Smoking Cuba's best cigars with Castro in cubanas
I know you feel encumbered by the weight of your medulla
Oblongata, with the weight of revolution lying on your shoulders but
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
Hey what's good, I hope you feel better dude
I hope the medication is still something you consume
The homies and I visited but they didn't let us through
So I'm writing letters hoping the message just gets to you
I read this article the other day, I guess it's true
They say comedians are more likely to have depressive moods
So that changes how happiness is to be assumed
'Cause you're unhappy but you were always were the funnest dude
I always viewed them as lucky and super blessed
But all these negative emotions were just simply suppressed
So I guess, we never really know when are depressed
Until the demons in your head visually manifest
I hope you're getting better won't be long 'till you coming home
And I sent some pictures of a place on your phone
Pictures of Havana
I'm hoping we can go, when you finally regain some stamina
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
Smoking a cigar, sipping on pina coladas
We used to dream of Havana
Filling up my cup, barbecues in La Fontana
We used to dream of Havana
I was gonna get a souvenir for my abuella
We used to dream of Havana
Chilling by the beach while we singing with gitaras
Hey man, you've been there for quite awhile
I ain't tripping though these things really take awhile
So I'm sending you some files I compiled
Of old projects we used to do when we were juveniles
I hope you find some inner peace
I'm glad you're off the drugs, man addiction is a disease
I'm happy for you dawg, soon you'll be back on the streets
Leading protests and screaming fuck the police
You're always fighting for the underdog
I'm glad you fighting for yourself now, slam it in like tomahawks
This'll be a new beginning not an epilogue
We're swinging back: full force like a pendulum
We're channeling Havana
You was always Che, and I was part of the armada
Every sorcerer needs to recharge his mana
We're about to box, sayonara to Pandora
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
Smoking a cigar, sipping on pina coladas
We used to dream of Havana
Filling up my cup, barbecues in La Fontana
We used to dream of Havana
I was gonna get a souvenir for my abuella
We used to dream of Havana
Chilling by the beach while we singing with gitaras