Up there (Somewhere in Brooklyn Ludwig parody)
by Remydow
The auto captions are a little chopped so here are the actual lyrics He was covered in enchanted gold Thirty-one years old He's losing elo tenfold It's unfair, Feinberg's up there Up there, up there, up there, the bourgeoisie He's up there, up there, up there, the bourgeoisie Little Mister chudwig, sitting at the bastion Gold ingot high-tops, listening to this slop While he was waiting, the piglins started trading Before he checked his trades, he's pearling to the blaze (ohhhhh) Ohhhhhhh! He's dying in the fort now Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Now we're laughin' He is never gonna get to gold He's fourty-one years old He's losing elo tenfold It's unfair, Feinberg's up there Up there, up there, up there, the bourgeoisie He's up there, up there, up there, the bourgeoisie Back at spawn, minin' logs Circlin' the same blocks Fort first, or bastion? Checking every lava pops Fillin' in the portal, lighting it with a flame Every game's the same, it's back through the pain Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Losing elo Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! He's still losin' He is never gonna get to gold Fifty-one years old He's losing elo tenfold It's unfair, Feinberg's up there Up there, up there, up there, the bourgeoisie He's up there, up there, up there, the bourgeoisie Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, I wonder will he ever win again Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, I wonder will he ever win again Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, I wonder, if he'll ever win again Oh, oh, oh, oh I hope you do And get to emerald