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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Five-two and all noise
Tiny frame, big mouth
Comin' in hot again
Acting like he owns the house
Rattlin' off complaints
In a silk shirt, wrinkled clean
Eyes like a slot machine
Spinnin' gold in between
He wants the whole room
To hand him what he missed
Throws a fit, then grins
Like a kid with a fistful of twist
[Pre-Chorus]
He says, "Baby, I'm a gift"
Then trips over his pride
Smells like trouble and candy
And he still walks inside
[Chorus]
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Wants it now, wants it now
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Somehow you still sing along
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
All heat, all teeth, all show
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Messy, mean, and hard to ignore
[Verse 2]
Laughs too loud in the queue
Starts a story, loses the plot
Calls the world out by name
Then forgets what he forgot
Something's always in his cup
Or his palm, or on his tongue
He swears the night owes him
For the damage he has done
But when he flashes that grin
With the crooked little wave
You forgive the whole parade
'Cause he's wild and he's brave
[Pre-Chorus]
He says, "Baby, I'm a gift"
Then kisses the air
He can burn down the moment
Still make it feel like a dare
[Chorus]
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Wants it now, wants it now
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Somehow you still sing along
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
All heat, all teeth, all show
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Messy, mean, and hard to ignore
[Bridge]
He ain't subtle, he ain't smooth
He don't fit in any frame
But he owns every room
Like it's part of his name
One hand up, one eye shut
Spinning truth into a joke
You can roll your eyes all night
Then laugh when he goes for broke
[Final Chorus]
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Wants it now, wants it now
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Somehow you still sing along
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
All heat, all teeth, all show
Pocket tornado, pocket tornado
Messy, mean, and hard to ignore
Details
GeneratedMay 8, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty glam-pop with a stomping mid-tempo groove, rubbery bass, clapping backbeat, and swaggering guitar stabs; verse stays tight and playful, pre-chorus tightens with rising gang vocals, chorus bursts with shouted doubles and a singback hook. Close-mic lead vocal with playful ad-libs, delay throws on punch lines, tape-stop transitions into the hook, bright punchy mix with a sweaty club sheen., world
Credits
Prompt byNeonDrum822
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song about a chaotic short and stout gay man that’s always screaming and under the influence of some kind of substance and thinks the world owes him something but somehow thinks he’s endearing.
