[Music] Tate McRae – Housewife [+ Lyrics]

Emerging in 2026, Housewife marks a new chapter for Tate McRae, an American artist known for her distinctive voice and artistic vision. This release showcases her continued evolution in the music landscape, offering listeners a fresh perspective through her sound and lyricism.

As an American artist, McRae brings a unique cultural backdrop to her work, which is evident in the nuances of Housewife. The song captures a moment in time for the singer-songwriter, reflecting her personal and creative growth during this phase of her career.

The 2026 release of Housewife underlines Tate McRae’s artistic trajectory, marking her place in contemporary music while setting the stage for future projects. The song adds to her repertoire, inviting audiences to experience her artistry through a new lens.

Tate McRae Housewife Lyrics:
Okay okay
Yeah

Think my paradise is tabloids and flashing lights
Truth is, it's more like loads of cash and a nice guy and a life lived right
(I know that)

There's just some things they don't tell you, tell you
And all the dreams they try to sell you, sell you
The price of fame can take you to your knees
And when it does, wanna run away with me? (Yeah)

I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife
You, you, you
You could be the one l'm calling honey, be my sex on the side
You, you, you, you
Acres of open stars
Headlights of precious cars
Life imitating art
I, I, I, I
I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife
Be my, be my

Drive fast, take me out of here
Louis out the window, and 310 in the mirror
Life's great when you disappear
Rockies took the girl, but the city took the golden years

This industry will try to kill you, kill you
But not before they try to bill you, bill you
They try to take away your wild and free
And when they do, wanna run away with me?

I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife
You, you, you
You could be the one l'm calling honey, be my sex on the side
You, you, you, you
Acres of open stars
Headlights of precious cars
Life imitating art
I, I, I, I
I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife
Be my, be my

Go into my garden, pick the money off the tree
I don't pay for nothing, baby, people pay me
And you right beside me's just the icing on the dream
I don't need you, I want you
And that's my favorite thing

Go in to my garden, pick the money off the tree
I don't date nobody, baby, people date me
And you right beside me's just the icing on the dream
I don't need you, I want you
And that's my favorite thing

I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife
You, you, you
You could be the one I'm calling honey, be my sex on the side
You, you, you, you
Acres of open stars
Headlights of precious cars
Life imitating art
I, I, I, I
I just wanna make a lotta money, be my own housewife
Be my, be my