Housewife
Tate McRae, TM4, 2026
Writers: Tate McRae, Julia Michaels, El Guincho, Jasper Harris, Ryan Tedder, Grant, Aaron Shadrow,
Producers: Ryan Tedder, Grant, Jasper Harris
Label: RCA
Hop to Another SongThink 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 that 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? (yeh)
I just wanna make a lot of money be my own housewife.
You, you, you, y-you could be the one I’m callin’ honey
be my plus one tonight,
you, you, you, you.
Acres of open stars, headlights of prеcious cars, life imitating art,
I, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money bе my own housewife,
be my, be my.
Drive fast… take me out of here,
Louis out the window and the 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 grill you grill 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, y-you could be the one I’m callin’ honey
be my plus one tonight,
you, you, you, you.
Acres of open stars, headlights of prеcious cars, life imitating art,
I, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money bе 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 into 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, y-you could be the one I’m callin’ honey
be my plus one tonight,
you, you, you, you.
Acres of open stars, headlights of prеcious cars, life imitating art,
I, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money bе my own housewife,
be my, be my.
Verse 1: as is
Pre-Chorus 1: as is
Chorus: vulgar, continuity
Verse 2: as is
Pre-Chorus 2: conflict
Bridge: as is