[Intro — Spoken, soft reverb]
Yeah... Siyama — this one’s been sleeping in my chest since we were kids.
Listen. (breathy: ooh...)
[Verse 1 — Melodic, confessional]
We split a mango outside Mrs. Khan's stall — sticky palms, sun on skin,
You braided daisies crooked and swore they were prettier that way — I tucked one in.
We raced bikes down Elm, dared the rain to chase our laughter till it quit,
You left a freckle by your left eyebrow — I trace it when the room goes dim.
Homework folded into paper boats, we sent them down the gutter's song,
You hummed the chorus wrong and it became the line I sing along. (hold)
You taught me to steady breaths, to hide a bruise with sideways jokes,
I kept my promises in pockets — small and honest, like the oak.
[Pre-Chorus — building, long melodic holds]
My mouth rehearses valentines, then freezes when you come near,
Every joke I planned untangles, every sharp word disappears. (ooh)
Heart's a clock that skips a second when your shadow slides on mine —
If love is risk, I’m bankrupt in courage, but rich in wanting time. (hold)
[Chorus — singable hook, stacked harmonies, Bieber-style falsetto ad-libs]
Siyama, be my forever. (Siyama — be my forever) (falsetto: ahhh)
Hold my quiet like it's sacred, turn my fumbling into light.
Siyama, be my forever. (Siyama — be my forever) (stacked harmonies)
If forever's just a rumor, swear with me we'll make it right. (ad-lib: yeaah)
[Verse 2 — Rap, punchy, internal rhymes (Lil Durk / Central Cee style)]
I keep receipts of childhood wars — scraped knees, late-night alibis,
You wrote my name inside a notebook where my meekest courage hides.
Grew into versions, different jackets, but the blueprint's still your face,
Loyal like a heartbeat under chain-mail — slow tempo, steady pace.
Trade the perfect line for messy truth, it folds, it bends, it mends,
No hollow promises to haunt the drawer — just mornings I want to spend.
City lights get noisy, your laughter cuts through like glass,
I script my life in little edits, page by page, so we can last. (snap)
[Pre-Chorus — intimate, lean into Juice WRLD emotive hold]
I practice saying 'mari' — clumsy on my tongue, it trips and grins,
Picture cheap chairs, coffee cold, our hands with all the little wins. (breathy)
If silence is a lock, these words are keys I hide in plain view,
Open slow, Siyama — I'm nervous but I'm true. (long hold)
[Chorus — fuller, autotuned layers, falsetto ad-libs]
Siyama, be my forever. (Siyama — be my forever) (autotune: tasteful glide)
Hold my quiet like it's sacred, turn my fumbling into light. (falsetto: oooh)
Siyama, be my forever. (Siyama — be my forever) (stacked: 3-part)
If forever's just a rumor, swear with me we'll make it right. (ad-lib: stay)
[Bridge — cinematic confession, vulnerable climax]
Picture the oak by the canal — the bench with peeling paint we claimed,
My knees sink soft into the gravel, a cheap ring warmed my palm, truth in the hush, unnamed.
I whisper all the ways I’m scared: of failing you
