Verse 1:
I-C--- with or without my glasses, I've got sharp eyes like a rabbit, listening's a bad habit/
Need attention it's not hard to grab it, it's sad cuz ya bodyguard only wanna stab it/
...Or maybe that's your type, I ain't mad; you call ya man Daddy--- doesn't make him ya Dad/
I've sat back, seein so many fall for it; babies into baby mommas, so now they gotta crawl forward/
Look... why don't you write me a book; and I can read your mind about everything it took/
For you to turn the other cheek and let him off the hook; the Moby obsession is a very hard lesson/
Maybe I ain't the one, I'm still wishing you the best, wanna wipe away the tears but ya life is still a mess, but.../
When you need me, that's when I'm at my best, and I know what to do about stress, be my guest/

Hook:
I-C-U, I-C-U...
I just want to converse...
Table for 2 sit down...
Talk to me, Lady, break it down

I-C-U, I-C-U...
I only want to converse...
Table for 2, sit down...
Talk to me, will you break it down

Verse 2:
I-C-U, you're not invisible; this isn't a text message--- something less digital/
Like a look from across the room into ya eyes cuz I can't help wondering whys/
I'm a detective in disguise, fooling myself; am I here to take you in, or am I here to help/
Can I really control the outcome, even; you're the ultimate prize, but this isn't about achievement/
Trophy without a shine, polishin' ya base; tryin not to see my own face witcha/
Tryin... not to be jealous that another might gitcha; tryna stay out the picture, not enter competition/
By any means necessary, I got a mission; collectin', ya delicate heart, so many sections/
Protectin, because I know you've witnessed so much that you don't trust, but it's cool... I won't rush/

Hook:
I-C-U, I-C-U...
I just want to converse...
Table for 2 sit down...
Talk to me, Lady, break it down

I-C-U, I-C-U...
I only want to converse...
Table for 2, sit down...
Talk to me, will you break it down


Verse3:
Why you on Oxygen when you really need air; but if you need space, we can take it up there/
Ya stingy witcha blues but, I'ma make you share; colorful language, cuz ya sittin on the anguish/
That's dangerous... you could overheat any moment; beautiful woman, make a deadly opponent/
A deadlier explosion like a bloom, widda boom... ha, you've got petals, they're sharp like metal/
And heavy when they cut, but I'm not about to let go; cuz I don't believe a single word you said, no/
Not again; you pass on a friend knowing too well how it's gonna end, don't pretend/
With no-good-so-good so attractive, self control is a hard thing to practice/
You lose control, you let him take advantage; I-C-U, I can handle it... alright/
You ain't gotta trust me, ya not supposed to; matta fact, what was it that made you trust ya old dude/
I wanna hold you, but that's selfish of me; just tell me what you need, you ain' got to love me (yet)/
...This ain't about a love connectin per se, c'mon, who wouldn't want somebody like you in the worst way/
They wanna hit it on the first day; they want a side piece--- they wanna see how much a purse weigh/
Gotta be careful letting down yo guard, but understand that it ain't supposed to be that hard/
If you could see about a real brotha playin his part; you be tryna change people witcha big ol heart/
But it's you who's changin; settling for less, mad bitterness buzzin in ya chest buildin a nest/
I know what to do about stress, be my guest passenger seat, and let ya mind rest/