| Song | Not as it seems |
| Artist | Khoiba |
| Album | Nice Traps |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brabcová, Khoiba | |
| Deep inside i've lost my way | |
| Deeply i feel degraded | |
| Overaten, cold and used | |
| I haven't been so far excused | |
| It's too late | |
| Foreign dreams | |
| Have deformed me almost | |
| It's too late | |
| Foreign dreams | |
| Have deformed too much | |
| It seems, it's not enough for your dreams again | |
| And it seems, it's not enough for your dreams again | |
| Hard to say: "Oh i will turn it back" | |
| But i am about to realize it | |
| And found my latest track | |
| I wanna meet the needs again | |
| And hear the beats | |
| To open my dusty sheets | |
| Within my lonely feels | |
| But it's too late... |
| zuo qu : Brabcova, Khoiba | |
| Deep inside i' ve lost my way | |
| Deeply i feel degraded | |
| Overaten, cold and used | |
| I haven' t been so far excused | |
| It' s too late | |
| Foreign dreams | |
| Have deformed me almost | |
| It' s too late | |
| Foreign dreams | |
| Have deformed too much | |
| It seems, it' s not enough for your dreams again | |
| And it seems, it' s not enough for your dreams again | |
| Hard to say: " Oh i will turn it back" | |
| But i am about to realize it | |
| And found my latest track | |
| I wanna meet the needs again | |
| And hear the beats | |
| To open my dusty sheets | |
| Within my lonely feels | |
| But it' s too late... |
| zuò qǔ : Brabcová, Khoiba | |
| Deep inside i' ve lost my way | |
| Deeply i feel degraded | |
| Overaten, cold and used | |
| I haven' t been so far excused | |
| It' s too late | |
| Foreign dreams | |
| Have deformed me almost | |
| It' s too late | |
| Foreign dreams | |
| Have deformed too much | |
| It seems, it' s not enough for your dreams again | |
| And it seems, it' s not enough for your dreams again | |
| Hard to say: " Oh i will turn it back" | |
| But i am about to realize it | |
| And found my latest track | |
| I wanna meet the needs again | |
| And hear the beats | |
| To open my dusty sheets | |
| Within my lonely feels | |
| But it' s too late... |